A vision for you

I was on delivery to Long Beach.  Gas had gone up .50 cents all across the city that faithful day.  I refused to get gas, and drove to another city.  I was about to run out of gas on the freeway; I chickened out and said fuck the movement.  I exited the freeway, real smooth; nothing went wrong.  Right turn off the ramp?  No problem.  I got this.  When I saw the prices on the price board, I circled the block a few times shouting curse words at people.  It was like someone had given me a roundhouse kick to the side of the head.  Gas used to be a dollar, man.  No $1.19 or 1.09—a dollar.  Burgers were 25 cents.  Here's a quarter, give me a burger, or I'll have this place wiped out.  

When I went back to the freeway, the ramp was simply closed.  It was like an old girlfriend.  On my drive, I passed the fire department—I pulled over real quick, real proper.   The guys gave me directions to the next girlfriend.  I told them my cell phone was a bitch.  They all had angle blue eyes and a prominent structure like all firemen. They knew I was cool.  

I drove ahead a few blocks, then I made a U-turn.  I drove back and pulled into their private parking, like a hero.  Kevin Arnold was narrating in my head.  I went into their breakroom and left them a box of cookies.  They asked me what I was doing in their breakroom and I tried to overcharge them.  When they wouldn't give me any money and told me to get out of their breakroom, I said it was for free.

Yea I advertise my good deeds. So what?  I got ego and I'm working on it.  Eat me!  That's what my cookies are saying to the guys.  

One alarming thing is I've been ignoring red lights.  Not all of them, just the ones I don't like.  U-turn arrows—I'll look around, if it's no problem, then it's no problem.  Forget about it.  It'll give me a chance to chit chat with cops.  I'll tell 'em about gas prices, and he'll listen.  I'll ask him about his children, and we'll shout curse words at people passing by.

I saw another fire truck with its lovely brigade.  I slowed down and told them I'm not made of gold.  They didn't know what the fuck I was talking about.  I got ego and a dog, and it's all good.