This is a Local Train To Heaven. Local. Making ALL Local Stops.

woke up hungover.
drank a raw egg.
read on the internet
that's 'the best hangover cure
out there.'
that the civil war soldiers used to do it

to prepare for battle.
reminded me of college.
the saturday night war zones.

there was a kid in my frat,
whom we called 'general chad.'
im not sure why though.

but so i drank it it.
and i got really sick.
and i hopped on the metro.
to go to the emergency room.

stopped off to buy a paper first.
to read on the train.
got caught up on the senator's
ex-wife's pill addiction.
fascinating stuff.

that was probably a bad idea.

died on the way
to the hospital.
musta been a bad egg.
i mean really bad.

heaven was cool though.
i listened to npr with god,
then he showed me his new ipad,
and we went on chatroullete.

he waited just long enough
to make it awkard
everytime we landed on a dude
masturbating.

i got kinda creeped out,
so i decided to come back
to earth.

caught the express train.
thank god.
made it back in time
for happy hour.