Like most of my experiences, this one began on a Friday with a walk to my neighborhood gas station. Unfortunately, my aunt had made me vacuum the entire apartment before she left for the night, so I got started a little later than I would have liked. It was only 5:00 PM, but there was already a line at the register eight-people long, most of them purchasing cheap beer and blunt wraps. I wanted to see if the store had gotten any new key chains or lighters in, but there were some kids by the Slurpee machines, and I wanted to beat them to the line (I did not).
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