This weekend, I got out of Oklahoma City for the first time in a few months to help my ladyfriend move some antique furniture down from the ill-begotten town of Muskogee, where they don’t smoke marijuana. While there, I stopped at the sensually-named Kum & Go convenience store to, well, come and go with a couple of much-needed drinks for the ride home.
I was planning on writing about the place, but didn’t spend much time in there as a truckload of dirty white boys with handguns strapped to their hips came in and shot me with their evil eyes. I figured it probably wasn’t best if I took out my camera to take incriminating pictures, so I paid and left, nothing more than a stain on this Kum & Go’s memory.