gas station at night

@dinosaurparfait one time my friends and I went to see the Desolation of Smaug and I got so drunk I don’t remember any of the movie :^)

drifting off to sleep. heavy rain on gardens. leaning your head on someone’s shoulder. big blankets. contemplating your life. comfortable silences. gas stations at night. not sharing every detail of your life. staying up late working. dim lights.

1. There’s something strange about the gas station you sometimes stop at to buy 89-cent sodas late at night. From the outside, it looks well-lit and inviting. Inside, the lights seem to dim; no music plays over the speakers though you’re sure you’ve heard it during the daylight hours. When you take your soda up to the counter, you find the entire place to be empty. You’re sure that a cashier greeted you on your way in.
2. You pass by a billboard on your way to work today. In white block-letters, it spells out, “INJURED?” next to the cut-out face of a smiling lawyer. There is no number to call.
3. The tap water in your town comes equipped with a fishy aftertaste. People joke that the water is radioactive or that it gives people cancer. No one talks about the people who go missing.
4. You hit an animal while driving home from a school event one night. You only see it for a split second, a flash of brown-gray-white that’s not recognizable as any animal you’re familiar with. You pull over and find that the impact has ripped off your tire wells, roughed up the bottom of your car, and left your front bumper hanging halfway off. When you double back down the road, there is nothing in the ditch.
5. There’s a dollar store across the street from your apartment. Its lights are always on but you’ve never seen anyone inside.
—  MIDWESTERN GOTHIC; there’s something off about everybody knowing everybody. 

January 1976 - Sitting erect in the witness chair, his hands folded in his lap, Bundy faced the prosecutor one morning of the trial. Circling the witness stand for hours, Yocum went through his entire repertoire - accusing, cajoling, provoking. Bundy answered each question in a firm, clear voice, addressing the prosecutor as “Dave” or “Mr. Yocum.” He reminded some people of a man interviewing for a job.

The day of the DaRonch kidnapping, Bundy explained, his car had broken down. This was corroborated by a cancelled check from a gas station and a receipt for an ignition part. That night, he said he had gone out for a few drinks and a movie.

“Did you check the ads to see what movie was playing November 8th?” Yocum asked Bundy.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to tell you something that’s not true,” Bundy asnwered.

“Are you telling the truth about seeing a movie on November 8th?” Yocum asked.

“Yes, sir,” Bundy answered. “I’m under oath.”

Bundy then said that he had found the handcuffs at the city dump and had kept them as a curio. He had placed them in a paper bag so they “wouldn’t rattle.” He said he wore the nylon stocking mask under his ski mask to keep warm.

He said he had been using a crowbar to repair the front seat.

“When you’re in a hurry, getting a Volkswagen seat on its runner becomes a rather tragic affair,” Bundy said.

“Is a crowbar useful in repairing your auto?” Yocum asked.

“Well,” Bundy said, “it’s a useful tool. What can I say, Dave?”

At noon, the judge called a recess.

“I felt devastated after that first hour of cross-examination,” Yocum recalls. “I remember sitting in my office and thinking, ‘He’s tearing me apart. I can’t let this happen.’ The guy intimidated me. I was not dealing with your average career criminal with a sixty IQ. This was a guy with an IQ of 122 or 125 - very bright. He was answering the questions the way he wanted, no matter how I asked them. I just couldn’t find a chink in his armor.”

At two o’clock, Yocum walked into the courtroom with a blunt question he was convinced would crack open the case. Why, Yocum asked Bundy, did he run from Sergeant Hayward that night in Granger? It was like turning on a tape recorder.

“I decided to explore an area of the city I hadn’t been in before,” Bundy said. “And, well, it’s kind of embarrassing, but I was feeling pretty good and all of sudden I became frightened, paranoid. I can’t describe to you the feeling, but I knew that what I was doing was definitely illegal, that I was smoking dope. And also, you know, I have always been paranoid about it because I was a law student… I would be damned if I was going to let myself be caught with that in the car. I didn’t tell the truth because I don’t imagine they would have been too thrilled by my explanation that I had been smoking dope in their neighborhood.”

Yocum hit Bundy with a dozen more questions. Skirting the questions, Bundy kept telling his story.

“Mr. Bundy,” Judge Hanson repeatedly instructed, “would you please answer the question?” Bundy would pause and loop up at the judge.

“What was the question?” Bundy would ask.

Yocum left the courtroom triumphant.

“He was not thinking about the questions I asked him,” Yocum later said. “The story was so implanted in his mind, so rehearsed, that he was only thinking about how he was going to get it our. And it came out very clearly that he was telling a goddamned bunch of lies. Why did he run? - that question nailed him.”

I think people are forgetting

Anyone can feel unsafe alone at night. It is very sad to see people focus on women alone. Maybe it is just me, but i get cautious and borderline paranoid when i am alone in an isolated place at night. Dark alleys, gas stations, parks, literally just the sidewalk, and a bunch of other places.

People also forget this things called weapons. Basically anyone can weild some type of item capable or killing or bodily harm, no matter how nonthreatening they appear to be.

Now you wont hear this admission as much from certain groups, especially men, because this is painted as a womens issue. This is especially disapponting seeing how men are many times more likely to be murdered than women.

Dont let people get by making issues all about them, especially when they arent even the majority victims. It takes away the voice and assistance other groups would get. It is selfish. No number of labels will change that.