I settled upon a stealth site behind a Jehovah's Hall where I was certain they wouldn't witness me. Unbeknownst to me it was twenty yards from an active railway line. From deep within a dream, I felt the ground tremble and heard the terrifying rumble of a train bearing down upon me. One-hundred-ten decibels of air horn ripped through my head. In my confused state of semi-consciousness, I thought surely I must be too near the tracks. As preposterously illogical as it was, it sounded as if I was actually on the tracks. The train roared by, my heart pounding in its wake. It was an adrenaline rush I hoped never to repeat. I thought back to the register girl from earlier in the evening. Well, it hasn't been boring for me.