“Don’t get caught on the wrong side of the tracks”, was an expression I grew up with that simply meant stay away from the bars, strip joints and other dens of iniquity where “here be monsters”. The problem with my drinking was that I rarely knew what side of the tracks I was actually on let alone how I got there.
Wrong/right side never seemed to sink in with me; I did however learn that in between the tracks was definitely taboo while still a teenager after busting my head open to the tune of about 20 Frankenstein stitches. These were caused by a drunken sprint up the tracks while fleeing the police after a bootleg vodka buy. What a kind old lady was doing selling cheap vodka to kids too young to drive is for another story; by the way, she had us call her grandmother if you can believe that!
Now here’s a news story sent in by TDA reader Anna (thanks Anna) about another drunk falling in between the tracks.
Kalimuthu, who is 5'5" and 180 pounds, added the victim was a "heavy guy, about 180 pounds. But I looked and no train was coming, so we had a little time." After lifting him up in a "fireman's carry," Kalimuthu passed the passed out man (apparently drunk!) to someone on the platform. ~ Gothamist.com
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