Price check on prune juice.

I never seem to put gas into Jerome unless I am going to be walking within the next 5 miles if I don't. On the way home from a lovely afternoon with some of the coolest people alive, I realize I need gas. And I need it NOW.

I pull into the Jewel parking lot, which has a mile long line that puzzles me. Why is there such a line? Is there a sale on chicken wings? Possibly the smooth and creamy cheesecake is buy one get one free! No. I am wrong on all accounts, but it seems to be something much better. The gas is fucking $3.03 A GALLON. Now I have not seen gas with a zero between the first and the last digit in a very very long time, and now I am excited.

But.
Holy shit.
These people are animals, imagine the creatures from I am Legend needing gas very badly, and with very dirty mouths. There is honking, swearing, people attempting to run people over, it was bad. Very bad. I don't really care though since I am in Jerome, and every one in this entire car are large people and would pummel someone to death.

I then pumped my gas and sat there with an enormous smile on my face, feeling accomplished, I put gas in without killing or swearing at someone.

And now my ass hurts, and I feel something pulsating within my ass cheek so I must go.

What pulsates in your ass? I am broken.


Also, I hope that sometime in my life, I get to stay here.