There’s no one here to bother me. There’s plenty of food and drink. Over time, my best customers have realized that I hate talking, so they don’t even attempt chitchat. I know it’s just a glorified gas station, but I love it here. Tonight has not been much fun. Like a kid brushing his teeth a hundred times before going to the dentist, I lay off the junk food. I haven’t eaten any junk food since Dr. Pence told me I might have diabetes. Dr. Pence thought I had diabetes once before. The previous diagnosis I knew was stupid. People just know when there’s a disease walking around inside of them. This time, I’m starting to believe I have it. My skin itches all over as diabetes ravages my body. Dr. Pence warned me so I have only myself to blame. But for the hell of it, I’m laying off fried foods this weekend. It’s probably too little too late, but what the hell. So I’m chugging water bottles with reckless abandon.
