Hey there, kids, it's me, Mr. Kovie Pasta, and before we get started on tonight's story,

I'm going to let you know about tonight's author, which you all know already.

I'm almost certain you all know tonight's author.

Jack Townsend is the author of Tales on the Gas Station, and Tales on the Gas Station's

volume 1 through 4, as well as Bedside Manor, are available now on Amazon.

And before anyone asks in the comments, yes, I have gotten back to work on the audiobook

for volume 4 after my incredibly long time of health issues and life issues and everything

like that, but I'm getting up, I'm catching up, I'm doing all that stuff, and it will

be out soon, and now onto tonight's story.

March 31st, 11.45pm.

You may have already heard about the shitty gas station at the edge of town.

It's garnered quite a bit of infamy over the past few years, but if you haven't yet

been introduced, allow me to summarize.

Weird things tend to happen there.

Some of it can be explained away, natural weather phenomenon, fumes from the local chemical

plant, flying tricks on the mind, or townies burdened with too much time, alcohol, and drugs.

Some other things, though, simply defy explanation.

Perhaps the frequency of incidents has something to do with the fact that the business is always

open.

Sparring a few incidents where the building needed to close its doors for foundational

repairs after the odd earthquake, sinkhole, or shootout.

The business is otherwise operational 24 hours a day, 70s a week, and every day of the

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