I'm Starting to Worry About This Black Box of Doom

by Jason Pargin

They were wandering around a 7-Eleven store in a sparse city that Abbott thought was Lubbock, Texas, unless Lubbock was the next one and they were in some equally desolate expanse of pavement.

This particular gas station was at a busy intersection across from a sports stadium of some kind, surrounded by hotels that stood like islands in a sunbaked ocean of parking.

i have gotten gas at this exact gas station before LMAO live laugh love lubbock