Gas Station Interval

It's the first weekend of college football, don't feel like going out to watch the local college team get beat by fourty five points, navigate the traffic, watch my fellow alumni break out of their comfortable middle class skin to transform into a former self for a few hours with an onslaught of drunken excess, bong tokes, and lashing out their wifes for having the audicity to question their sophomore antics in front of all their friends. Granted, it might have beeen worth going to the game just to witness all the above commotion, but I have to pull a long 28 hour plus work day for the Jerry Lewis Telethon this weekend, those last 8 hours can grind the most endurant granite immovable street fighters, the cavalcade of the vaudville like performers and hosts of the event wield their personal blend of tent revivalism mixed together with local cable network beauty pagent, talent show, and variety show extravaganza which will wear down the mind, body, and spirit; their is no escape, just a fifteen minute break each hour, an experiment, back into the cruciable, turn on the heat and fry the brain, not much different than volunteer medical testing, the pay is great but the damage to the nervous system is potentially irreversable, but after surviving the first year, this will be my fifth time undergoing the Ludevenko Technique ala Clockwork Orange, a subliminal attempt to make me shallow, happy, and obediant, be fearful of instutional organizations and embrace the cult of pity, another cash avenue as useful as alcoholism, cigarette smoking, and medical marajuana.