Gregor was feeling something seeping through the thin, worn out skin of his sneakers. He took several fast and shallow breaths to get the smell of it. "Ahhh... the smell of paraffins, cycloalkanes and olefins. And all that coming from poor creatures and plants that died in some swamps or shallow waters millions of years ago. I like it." Yes, he had just pulled the nozzle out of the filler too fast and spilled gasoline in front of him, including several big drops onto his shoes, and was now mumbling to himself as he stood there.
"Shit. I'm already talking too educated..."

It was late afternoon and the strikingly broad-shouldered young man walked into the shop to pay for the thirstyness of his... car. Could one really award this rusty hulk with such a grandiose name ? If one asked him that, he would either pull the quick release for the hood and start smiling or he would let you smell tyre smoke and start smiling then.

Today however, Greg wasn't in the mood for pulling off any stuff like that. He felt extraordinarily tired. It weren't his frequent physical exercices, it even wasn't having been changing location and switching from one cheap hotel room to the next on a daily basis for the last week. It was just flat out sleeplessnes, something he found hard to explain. Normally he was considered someone who addicted himself to coffee in order to keep powered up, but today he found it tempting to get a sleeping pill. It wasn't long until he would run out of time for continuing his journey and would have to return to his love-hate relationship with his college, so he had to keep an eye on his ability to concentrate. One couldn't do that without a proper amount of rest.

On the other hand, sleeping pills were bad. Beer wasn't. So instead of heading to the drugstore, he hauled himself and his rumbling vehicle to a parking lot next to one of the bars he had looked out in the internet before he had come into this town. It was rather early for nightlife and so there were plenty of bar seats available to put his large frame upon.

"Hi! Beer... and a coke, please." Damn. That wouldn't help, but spoken words didn't return.