Gas station. Perfect. How long's it been since it was in workin' order? Let's see... bombs hit in '58... I've seen at least 17 winters... Hell, 's been nearly 2 decades! Good thing petroleum don't go bad.
Sh*t! What-if the tank's done pumped dry?! Damn outsiders... hoarders, fear mongers, filthy rats hole'n up in their filthy shacks...
car needs gas... car needs gas...
Why'd I have to end up with this hunk'a metal? Junk. That's what it is... and it sucks up the fuel like nobody's business...
Damn car. Damn gas...
F**K! Damn thing's bone dry! Bastards! No good bastards! What the HELL am I supposed to do with this pile of scrap metal with 'n empty tank?!
...this sh*thole got any liquor...
I love that you titled your interior monologue "head talk."
ReplyDeleteI also love that a gas station totally brings out this character-- it's the perfect place to be cantankerous and ornery...
Lovely job,
Mrs. Onkst
thank yuh ^_^
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