Jimmy Ray stands up and shakes his hips at a locomotive as the filter of his cigarette burns. And it’s a small train.
“Shorter than the ones in
“Look mom that man with the long face looks like he is trying to catch something falling from space!”
Jimmy Ray screams at some little boy pointing a finger at him in a train window. He screams at a couple hundred passenger car windows that pass right by him but all the blurring colors resemble that boy or something that looks like McDonalds BigMac, Jimmy Ray wasn’t sure which.
“Fuck you! You don’t know anything about ’97!” Jimmy Ray throws a rock at the side of the train. It hits. Jimmy Ray sits to light another cigarette and the train passes past and then it is just Jimmy Ray sitting smoking a cigarette next to a train track alone. He takes out his whiskey and throws the empty bottle against the metal. The glass shatters. There is a mix of rocks, glass, metal above the earth on the ground. There are burn marks between each of his knuckles. Jimmy Ray thinks that that pose he just stood up and struck for all those fans on that train just a few moments ago was awesome. Jimmy Ray thinks that the hand on the hip was a great touch and wonders why he didn’t use the move more in ’97. It doesn’t matter Jimmy Ray still has it. His body shakes a little cause it’s cold out.
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