"Can I have a pack of Camel menthols, please?"
"We don't have any. I sold them all."
"Don't mess with me," I reply to the gas station kid, good-naturedly. "I'll kill ya!"
"You can't kill me. I'm already dead."
"Mmm-hm. Yeah, you're already dead. Come on, man, I've heard it all before."
With a stupid grin, he hands over the cigarettes.
...And I leave the store thinking if only you knew...
~Helena*