city living.

the gas station in my "hood" is, well, pretty ghetto. it's the kind of place that has bars on the windows and a fine assortment of fried foods at the counter.

but whenever i go in there, the women behind the counter are nice. genuinely nice. they also call me "babe," which is think is funny.

today i bought a pack of gum. it's from before the final four because it says i can win a trip to it. to me, that just added to the charm of the place with the uneven parking lot and crowded gas pumps.