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There are a set of train tracks that run right through my college town. About every other year or so, someone got hit on them. My senior year of HS it was a prof's wife whose car stalled (why she didn't get out, I don't know). Sophomore year it was a drunk kid walking beside the tracks. He survived, but was in pretty bad shape.
My senior year we lived in an apartment right next to the tracks (it was a stone's throw from campus) and a drunk freshman actually LAID on the tracks in some failed "chicken" experiment like 20 ft from my bedroom window. When he tried to get up, his shoe laces got caught and he couldn't get out of the way. We heard the screams from his friends and called 911. He ended up losing both of his legs from the knee down.
Moral of the story? Alcohol + trains = horror.
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