Rather than writing a review for a gas station, and forcing you, poor reader, to read a review of a gas station, I will spin a tale of intrigue and malice; misanthropy and dispair.
He awoke to the sounds of a helicopter chopping overhead. The tiny apartment rattled and the windows were momentarily illuminated by the piercing blue-grey searchlight. He knew he didn't live in the best of neighborhoods, but the rent was cheap enough. He brushed back his greasy hair and leaned over at his alarm clock to light a cigarette. 1:23am. He sighed and leaned back on the pillow, exhaling smoke above him. The helicopter continued searching, shafts of light piercing through the blinds. Why don't they ever find the guy they're looking for with those things? He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, and thought of the diner around the corner. They were still open and he could think about the big day he had coming up. He heaved his comforter and sheets and pulled on an old pair of jeans, a pair he should've washed by now if it weren't for the nearest laundromat catching fire last month and burning to the ground. He reached for an old shirt on the floor when BANG! The front door bust open as if by an explosion. Men suddenly filled the room with flashlights and automatic weapons as he reached for his gun.
"Hold it right there, Frank," a cool voice said behind the lights. Frank held up his left hand to shield himself from the light, but it didn't help. Then he realized - they were after *him*. He stood there in his jeans and lit cigarette. What now?
"Drop the gun, Frank. Let's get this over with." Frank realized he was still holding his gun in his right hand. The cigarette smoke was wafting into his eyes. Without thinking about it, he opened fire on the flashlights, dropping three SWAT members in one go. And that's when he saw John. John stood there, surrounded by felled men and their flashlights which glowed in the darkness. "You're making this harder on yourself, Frank. You know this is how it ends." John lifted his gun toward Frank, and Frank was frozen with fear. And then the alarm clock went off.
John opened his eyes. He was in bed, the warm glow of the morning sun invited him out. He looked at his alarm clock. 8:00am. Today was going to be a big day. Today was the day he was going to kill Frank. read more