My friends and I would always hangout at the local train bridge where we’d smoke weed and get drunk, it was cool. One day after Jason, Scott, Seth and myself took shrooms we were on the bridge (walk way) watching a train go by and the friggin train DERAILED right in front of us! Spark flying!, crushing, crunching metal twisting and I can remember the crushed stone turned to powder. I totally get flashbacks thinking about it