Cheap and Greasy

I live in Clay City, IL, population 950 people. We have one gas station, one package liquor store, one grocery store, one tavern, one bar, and one pizza place. That's really all we need in this small a town. Welp, a new Casey's just opened, which, for those of you outside Southern Illinois, is a chain of gas stations that also sell pizza, alcohol, and a smattering of food items. In previous blogs I have expressed concern that the opening of a Casey's could prove detrimental to the fate of not only the other gas station, but also some of the town's other businesses.

Anyway, last night, I'm watching "Cowboy Bebop: the Movie" (damn the fight scene between Spike and Vincent is so freakin cool I hope I can do a fight scene that dances like that some day...) and working on the Comic. I finish the film and decide that, yep, it's food time. Check the fridge. I got crap. I have the ingrediants to make things that are edible, but no center piece (aka, no meat). Screw that, no quick Quesadillas tonight, pal. So, I resign myself to a drive to Flora (ten minutes up, shop, ten minutes back) to get some groceries. By the time I'd be done it'd probably be nine, damning any further progress on the book. But as I'm putting on my red canvas hi-tops, an idea occurs to me: Casey's just opened and they sell Cheap and Greasy Pizza by the slice. Moo-ha.

Round trip: Five Minutes. Total Cost: $2.10. Satisfaction: Infinite. Had plenty of time to watch "Lost Highway" (We've met before, haven't we?...In your house...In fact, I'm there right now...Call Me.) and work up some more pencils.

The Moral: Hypocrisy is easy when you're hungry and cheap.