88 octane

I feel like gas pumps are the place where life really sets in.  Like...while you're standing there next to your car, pumping your whole night's work into that greedy (and you could almost swear bottomless) tank, staring off into florescent lights that cover up the stars, you realize just how hopeless this whole day-to-day livelihood really is.  Then you get in, blast your music, and do your best to shut all those thoughts as far out of your mind as you possibly can.  Until you run out of gas again.  Hopefully your vehicle is economical.  

And not for Al Gore's sake.

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