Memoirs of a Gas Station Attendant

but mine this year is to stop gendering people who’s genders I don’t know.

I suppose now i’ve been “Unmasked” on my blog. I did it accidentally the other day.

I don’t really think Sunoco/Anyone is going to give a fuck anymore.

I’m making meme’s now, because I think it’s fun.

But i’m prolly not gonna reblog stuff yet. Until I get more into a Tumblr mode. Which could very well happen. 

I’m still only going to post original material I make on here, and I will eventually put things together to make a “Zine” out of most of my writings.

The meme’s I make can stay on the internet though.

But as I expand this more to be more of my artwork and things, I figured I should let the very few people who actually follow me know.

Also hopefully I have a good picture of the Vegan (tempeh)Bacon/(Smartdog)Hot dog Mac and Cheese I made last night with my new Partner. They make me soooo happy. 

So I ran into…

A guy who staffs at the Wooden Shoe in Philly

He looked familiar.

Then I saw he was wearing a Democracy Now! hoodie

I said what’s up. And that I remembered him.

His Mom is a little crazy.

He said he’s going to move to Bloomington, In.

I told him, I miss the burritos at Laughing Planet

and the Coffee at Soma.

That lucky bastard.

On the scary ass drive back home from Wilmington, Delaware.

My Aunt drives like a lunatic in her Subaru down back roads, and has literally made my friends nauseous pressed against either the left or the right windows of the car.

My Aunt looks into the rearview mirror at me about to drift off to sleep and says,

“Hey Colin, I thought you should have talked earlier to _______ (who is 20, and close to my age.) He and you probably have a lot in common.”

“Well,” I say, “Yes, I mean he seems interesting going to Art School for Video Game Design, I went for Video/Film.”

My Aunt replies, “Yes, and he used to have his ears gauged and lots of facial piercing too.”

“Oh, Interesting. Yeah, that always makes me laugh. I knew kids in high school who had their ears gauged, and tons of piercings, and then they all took them out and got them sewed back up. I’m not into Body Modification, but I just always find it odd when they decide, that they don’t want those things anymore. Because, I mean if you’re into that, then be into it, don’t just give up on it.”

“Well, Colin, sometimes people have to grow up and pay their bills, and eat.”

“No, no, no. I understand that. I just think rebellion isn’t a fashion statement. Rebellion is mental. It’s how you think, it’s how you feel, and how you view the world.”

“Well Honey, sometimes it’s hard to get a job being angry and young.”

“I understand that too. I just think if you really believe in something you should stand by it.”

“Colin, sometimes I think your alternative lifestyle, makes others reject you before they can even get to know you.”

“Like, how? I don’t understand what you mean…”

My Uncle takes the time to ignore the conversation and turns up the car radio.

My Aunt says, “I think I’m going to take a hint from your Uncle.”

I laugh and say,

“Well I love you guys, Merry Christmas!” 

Period Sex. No big deal.

The Last Place

I expect to hear an aquantince call someone else a

fag and/or a fruit-cup is at a punk show.

When you say something, and people around you look at the floor,

And they try to walk away from you.

You should feel bad about yourself.

I don’t care how drunk you are.

Then when you admit to cyber bullying one of my best friends.

Fuck you.

I met you once, and I never want to meet you again.

As I enter the bar, I see the amount of people in there. It’s packed, because it’s the beer gardens second anniversary, and I like craft beer a lot.

Wall to wall people blocking fridges.

I had one mission, to find the beer, get my six pack, and leave.

I grab a few different kinds, then all of a sudden I see it…

The tiny fridge that has the gluten free beverages

I remember how much I enjoy a good Dry English Cider

I excuse myself politely around the people who are directly in front of the refrigerator.

Then as I grab the beer, one of the guys near the fridge goes,

“You can do better than that?”

“Do better than what?” I say. “Do you not like Hard Cider?”

“Well. See the thing is… I like women.”

I felt my salivary glands start to activate as I wanted to spit either in his face, or on his fancy ass beer.

Sadly I did neither in a room filled with 40 or 50 over “manly men,” I think the skinny queer pretty boy who spits at someone is probably going down.

Alas, I can dream.

It reminds me of back in high school when I used to threaten beating the shit of people for being homophobic, I’m not saying it’s entirely productive, but it made sense back then. 

Well I’m back to the gas station.

I had a feeling this would happen.

I was working at a food cooperative for a while. 

I went vegan. I met cool people.

I moved out of my Aunt and Uncles, it’s great.

I suggest it to anyone with the means. 

A few new jobs in the future, I might go work and be a file clerk or be a music/art therapist.