I was just talking about guns and the need to survive whatever is going to happen. As in if all the power just goes out. You wake up, cold, miserable, out of gas as usual and you make it to the car. Upon cranking you realize that you have to get to a fucking gas station really quick or this day isn't going to be very good.
You make it to the station, stomach growling, realizing that you forgot your lunch and you have to get something here, not just pay at the pump, then you see it.
The little convenience store is packed. Dark, yes, and packed with cars, trying to get to the pumps. Everyone in their cars and the Indian Owner out there at the pumps. I get out, thank you for the ride to work and approach JJ, the owner .
"What the hell, man?" I ask him
"Don't know! No power, man. You help me here!" JJ shouts as he fills a car with gas.
"Cash only!" he shouts at the countless other cars. Some of which attempt to turn around, to go elsewhere, yet there is no turning around. The entire parking lot is over run with vehicles. Angry voices fill the air as one car tries to cut it, left, left, a little too quickly, bang! More shouts. More of anger than frustration. And If they only knew, from a Birdseye view for they would know the meaning of the word frustration. The roads are packed in all direction for as far as the eye can see.
