There is something rewarding about using your own money to pay for gas.
Yes, that is my twenty dollar bill, and yes, I am paying for something that I don't want, but that I need. It was my hard work that is paying for that gas.
.......and to think I could have bought a record or something with that money.
Shit!
Did I ever say that, as a kid, I looooooooved to smell gas whenever I was at the gas station?
If gas is still around when I'm a father, I should remind my kids not to inhale the fumes of gas so liberally, as I once did. It could be dangerous, and they could end up like me...
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