He chose poorly.
“His mother Fern said: ‘Jacob told the 911 operator and told us immediately that he was walking down the center of the tracks with his earbuds on.”
My heart’s in the ice house come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter’s morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow.
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin’ nuder,
An altar boy’s been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To the train that was coming so slow.
- John Prine, “Chain of Sorrow”