So I'm really having a tough time getting to sleep.
Usually I would just read a J.A. Adande article and that would put me right out but: 1. it could be mildly boring or 2. it could be extremely boring (most likely), in which case I would be instantly out for 12 hours of uninterrupted REM. I don't want to sleep that long.
Does anybody know of a writer who writes a column to the point where it would it put me in a an 8-hour slumber instead of an Adande death coma?
Anyways, so I'm going to enlighten anybody who reads this of a certain gas station in Duluth called The Ghetto Spur...
There is a gas station in Duluth about 2 blocks from where I used to live called the Ghetto Spur. I'm not sure how this name came about, but everyone, and I mean EVERYONE in Duluth calls it that. My theory is that the nickname wasn't made up by someone and then spread, because I remember that me and my friends made that up freshman year. But that doesn't explain how everyone else in Duluth also calls it that. My theory is that anyone who has ever been to this certain Spur station instantly knows what to nickname it because it is so blatantly obvious, thus The Ghetto Spur.
I would like to start off with the reasons I would frequent this establishment.
1. They usually have good cigarette specials.
2. As I mentioned, it is the closest gas station to my previous abode.
3. They carry the good 16 oz. plastic beer pong cups. You know the ones that are either blue, red, or yellow. Most gas stations up there choose to carry the small, shitty, semi-clear, flimsy cups that are utterly worthless when it comes to beer pong.
4. It's 24 hours
SO anyways, this is no ordinary gas station, but very special indeed. It is a pretty well known fact that if you go there after about 9 pm, go at your own risk. The shadiness of the Ghetto Spur is to the point where on many nights they just have a cop sit in there all night with the person working.
When you arrive at The Ghetto Spur after 9 pm, be prepared to shell out all of your change to at least one person asking for money. After this is completed, you can proceed to enter the gas station. It goes downhill from here on out. At any given time in The Ghetto Spur, there will be at least one pothead buying blunt wraps and/or at least one crackhead making a hilarious scene while at the same time being scary to the point that is makes you nervous and just want to get the hell outta there. (Scariness quadruples for each additional crackhead) This is interesting to say the least, I'd say it probably has a rush factor similar to that of skydiving with a parachute that hasn't been used since WWII.
There is a 3.4% chance you will be robbed and/or shot regardless of whether the cop is there that night or not. The percentage increases dramatically depending on the day of the week and time of night.
It is to the point where my old roommate will not even go there. When I say \"not go there\" I mean he will not even sit in the car while you go in. He will insist on being dropped off at home before you go.
While I was not there, I'm pretty sure this stems from a bad situation he had there when there was like 4 crackheads in there and he was frightened. He used to smoke a lot of \"medicine\" if you know what I mean and is sometimes easily frightened (although I can only imagine it would be very frightening nonetheless as I stated that each additional crackhead quadruples the scariness factor).
I think that's all there is to know about The Ghetto Spur. Don't say I didn't warn you if you plan to stop at this particular gas station.
The events of The Ghetto Spur will be emblazoned in my memory forever.
