Diesel

I’m 24. I look 19. I’m still leaning things. This year I learned that you can’t put diesel in your car instead of gas. 

No I don’t have a truck. do i look like the type of guy to have a truck. I have a ’99 Honda Accord with Pikachu stickers on it.

I thought that Diesel was just spicy gas. I learned that this was not the case at 2 am this morning at a Chevron in the middle of nowhere.

It was late and the gas pump was locked but the diesel one was good and I was like, well diesel is probably just spicy gas and I don’t want to go to another gas station… so this will have to do… 

It did not do. I get in the car and turn it on and it sounds okay. And then I press on the gas and it goes KERPLUNK, KERPLUNK, KERPLUNK, loudly. it is obvious that something is wrong. My girlfriend is like what is that? I’m like I don’t know…

She wasn’t mad. just disappointed. disappointed in me, disappointed in herself for choosing me. disappointed in every choice she made up to this point in her life that lead her to sleeping in this car with me in this gas station parking lot at 2 AM in the middle of nowhere in Bellingham Washington in January.