a blog by La Kifo
Whenever I get gas I go to Millis, Mass. In that town resides a Mobile station that stocks everything and unbelievably shitty prices.
Hilarious, if this were to happen in any town of this state, it would forever be Millis.
Millis is one of those towns that has a high school rivalry (with my town), which goes on for too long. So long that now, when I'm in my mid twenties, I still get glares from Millis folk and still here stories about Millis dudes banning people from their fishing spots.
I guess it's sad when all you have in a life is some long dead high school rivalry to hold onto, but that's just Millis, Massachusetts. Let me be the millionth person to say this, I don't care. I don't care about Millis or the people from Millis, I care about my go to gas station almost blowing up in a hilarious fashion. I went to go get gas probably a few hours after this happened. I couldn't tell the difference between the hundreds of times I'd been there and the mess it was yesterday. When the ambiance and surroundings are trashy, it becomes hard to notice the trash that lies within.
I probably should go to the hospital, I've been having the snivels and a cough for days now, but that could just be the cocaine.
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