Gas & Go 87
What a fucking day. Almost fired for repeated tardiness, only managing to make two measly sales (each of which I had to fight for tooth and nail), delirium, hallucinations, pounding headaches, and now I’m stuck standing behind this lumbering biker at my local pit stop as he attempts to hit on the owner’s daughter, Shelly.
“Babe, I’m tellin’ ya that you ain’t never had no ride like what old Scooter has planned for ya. Like I said, why don’t you and me ...
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