11.07.25: Gas Station Limbo

There's something deeply unsettling about being at a gas station at 3am. You're never there because things are going well. Either your life choices have led you to this fluorescent-lit purgatory or you're on a road trip gone wrong. The hot dogs have been rotating since the Clinton administration. There's always exactly one other person there who looks like they're contemplating every decision that led them to this moment. The bathroom requires a key attached to a hubcap for some reason. Everything costs twice what it should. You grab whatever caffeine looks least expired and leave wondering if you just hallucinated the whole experience.