they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

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.


  • At 4:11 PM, Blogger picture-me-rollin said…

    If it's the Valero across from Richards & Conover, you're right.

    In fact, if it's a Valero ANYWHERE, you're right.


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