I wish there was something I could quit - Aaron Cometbus

Laura is in the middle of a torrid affair - with the trains that pass on the tracks at the end of her block. She is obsessed. She can't sleep. She sits in the porch all night lying in wait. Then she throws bricks, bowling balls, cans of paint. She loves the sound as they connect, meeting metal and glass. The trains are carrying weapons destined for the front lines of America's latest war and Laura can't rest until she's consummated the affair by blowing one up! |America's most famous unknown writer| - Philadelphia Independent