I didn't care. I would tell myself, if I run out of gas, I could use the exercise. If I run out of gas on the highway, I will call my dad. If I run out of gas, I am well-trained. I had planned to get gas in the morning. I feel a quick chug and then the pedals freeze. I coast my car just next to the driveway of the gas station across from the titty bar. I was out of gas. I could say "mother! fuck!"
I won't get much into how I didn't know how to put the spout on the gas jug. I won't go much into how I kind of just threw the gas into the pinch-of-a-hole opening to my car's tank. I won't mention how I feel no remorse just chucking the red, oily jug into the cornfield. After I emptied most of it onto my back left tire.
What I really want to tell you is that I must not care too much about combusting. Because I bought me a pack of Marlboro Red kings, a fancy plastic cigarette case for 4.99 and sent myself home after washing my hands with blue glop supplied generously by the public restroom. The restroom was vast and the scrubbing went long.
I gave up. My steering wheel was all gassed up and shit. My hands for sure had petrol in their pores. I made a rolling stop, just at the edge of the gas station exit, button-pressed down my window, unlocked the door (in case I needed a quick exit) and just hoped lighting my first cigarette wouldn't be a silly idea.
It wasn't.
I won't get much into how I didn't know how to put the spout on the gas jug. I won't go much into how I kind of just threw the gas into the pinch-of-a-hole opening to my car's tank. I won't mention how I feel no remorse just chucking the red, oily jug into the cornfield. After I emptied most of it onto my back left tire.
What I really want to tell you is that I must not care too much about combusting. Because I bought me a pack of Marlboro Red kings, a fancy plastic cigarette case for 4.99 and sent myself home after washing my hands with blue glop supplied generously by the public restroom. The restroom was vast and the scrubbing went long.
I gave up. My steering wheel was all gassed up and shit. My hands for sure had petrol in their pores. I made a rolling stop, just at the edge of the gas station exit, button-pressed down my window, unlocked the door (in case I needed a quick exit) and just hoped lighting my first cigarette wouldn't be a silly idea.
It wasn't.
