the ghost town of calico
i stop off in calico, ca about an hour later. guess the brakes are working again? need to get gas and use the potty.
i come to a stop at an intersection. i look to my left - there's a shitty-looking gas-station, and some tumbleweed blowing by. i look to my right - there's a shitty-looking gas station, and a sign that reads, "ghost town of calico, 6 miles ahead."
i pull into the less-shitty-looking gas station of the two (i'll let you decide which one that actually is). i get out and immediately notice there's no credit card insert on the gas pump. that's not a good sign, especially for someone living, and driving, off of a credit card. i guess i pay inside? i pump the gas then go in. i use the bathroom, with moderate success, then exit and approach the cashier to pay for my gas. i offer my credit card. he turns me down. they only take cash. i hope this isn't a reoccuring theme? i pay with the little money i have on me, then exit with slightly ruffled feathers.
i get back in the car and contemplate driving the additional 12 miles to get to and from the ghost town of calico. should i go? i'd be wasting even more time, and thus getting to san francisco, or wherever i wind up, even later than before...
i think about it as i pull back on the road. something... urging me... to go... can't... resist...
of course, i'm going! it's a ghost town! deathcab? in a ghost town? hello?! it's like the deathcab in devil's gulch, (though i guess that didn't turn out so well). there's just something that sounds all warm and fuzzy about it. as if it was written in the scriptures long ago; the deathcab's destiny. let's go...
on the way, in the distance, i notice, a quite obvious, C A L I C O crop circle on a hillside, and am instantly reminded of the big, bold letters of HOLLYWOOD.
but why on earth would a bunch of ghosts shave their town name in a hillside? why? do they really need all this attention? maybe they do? maybe they're sending a message to god and the heavens above, a reminder that, "hey, you left us down here in CALICO! right here, in CALICO! C A L I C O! stop pretending you don't see us! we know you're up there! when are you gonna come down and get us you fat bearded bastard (for some reason i'm imagining god as santa claus today)?!"
i come to a stop at an intersection. i look to my left - there's a shitty-looking gas-station, and some tumbleweed blowing by. i look to my right - there's a shitty-looking gas station, and a sign that reads, "ghost town of calico, 6 miles ahead."
i pull into the less-shitty-looking gas station of the two (i'll let you decide which one that actually is). i get out and immediately notice there's no credit card insert on the gas pump. that's not a good sign, especially for someone living, and driving, off of a credit card. i guess i pay inside? i pump the gas then go in. i use the bathroom, with moderate success, then exit and approach the cashier to pay for my gas. i offer my credit card. he turns me down. they only take cash. i hope this isn't a reoccuring theme? i pay with the little money i have on me, then exit with slightly ruffled feathers.
i get back in the car and contemplate driving the additional 12 miles to get to and from the ghost town of calico. should i go? i'd be wasting even more time, and thus getting to san francisco, or wherever i wind up, even later than before...
i think about it as i pull back on the road. something... urging me... to go... can't... resist...
of course, i'm going! it's a ghost town! deathcab? in a ghost town? hello?! it's like the deathcab in devil's gulch, (though i guess that didn't turn out so well). there's just something that sounds all warm and fuzzy about it. as if it was written in the scriptures long ago; the deathcab's destiny. let's go...
on the way, in the distance, i notice, a quite obvious, C A L I C O crop circle on a hillside, and am instantly reminded of the big, bold letters of HOLLYWOOD.
but why on earth would a bunch of ghosts shave their town name in a hillside? why? do they really need all this attention? maybe they do? maybe they're sending a message to god and the heavens above, a reminder that, "hey, you left us down here in CALICO! right here, in CALICO! C A L I C O! stop pretending you don't see us! we know you're up there! when are you gonna come down and get us you fat bearded bastard (for some reason i'm imagining god as santa claus today)?!"
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