These Old RailsChronicle story Part 1 By Billy Bandito

These old rails dont judge nobody. Tacks n spikes and the ground. The great rumble. Somethings happening in the country. Cops are killin.They tell us were doin splendid well. Folks never lived. Whens the last time you ran into somebody that did somethin? Tell me I wish I woulda made it across the country. But I got stopped. By Well. Darkness and love. Now I done moved on now. Shoot.Lots of boxes that dont talk. Rails just roll. No more snort. No more nothing. Just waitin now. Just waitin.Payday was like this celebration. I got caught up in it at first. I bought some stuff. It was a big mistake. Barely made it through the two weeks. I just sit there now, lookin at the patheticness of it. Its so sad.The trucks come in like a grab bag of stuff from all over the world. The company buys it piece by piece. Lookin for the cheapest and the prettiest deal. Theres whole teams of folks on the computers lookin for the cheapest and the prettiest deal. And theres loads of em. And the boxes come in. And I get em.The first two weeks I worked pretty hard on em. Now I just kinda sit and dont force nothin. Its alright I guess.But these old rails dont judge nobody. I comes down here to think. Its been a long time. Argument for faith. Is what I been thinkin about. Its stronger than the one against it. So I done decided that. Even if I wind up bein wrong, I done decided it.And then Im thinkin itd be pretty funny if she wound up bein a man.And then Im thinkin about people squarblin over nine an hour. And then Im thinkin about some people sendin others off to war Well, its all open territory boys. Its all open territory. But sometimes you got to close that door. (clink) (lock) (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)