The Lower-Class Price of Gas: How $1.30L Validates me as a Piece of Shit

I am 26.75 years of age.

I do not possess a valid driver's license.

I have rarely ever driven an automobile much farther than one or two blocks in my lifetime.

I have been harassed for years (10 now, to be exact) by various family members, girlfriends, and friends to get a driver's license. My Dad even still mentions it from time to time. I've never had an excuse. I could never even muster up bullshit (and still can't) when confronted about it. The only reason that exists is complete and utter laziness. I just never went. I never got the little book. I never saved up 100 dollars to write my G1 test (even though theres been many times where I've had it laying around). I sure as hell never had a problem walking long distances, or taking public transit. An idea, which to some people i know is a completely off-limits disgrace. These are the people still pumping gas into their cars.

Being a lazy piece of shit has really paid-off, especially as i see the price of gas constantly rising, and these people doing nothing but complaining at their poker games or to their wives (through their fists) while making no effort to accept the fact that they don't have to continue to drive as much to survive. In a way, I can relate to them, as they seem to have something in common with a reoccurring theme in my life:

Continuing to do something that is not at all beneficial (in this case, its draining the wallets of the entire middle class) with no efforts to even consider an alternative to a way of life, (the convenience of driving to avondale for pepperoni and mountain dew) just to have the right to continue to complain.

This is classic me, and frankly, you're doing it wrong.

In no way am I concerned about the environmental implications of driving less. I am a staunch 'apathist' on such subjects (in actions, not words, of course). However, I find it rather hilarious and a little bit comforting to know that in living my life as a lazy, avoiding piece of shit, I've been able to take something that made me seem borderline socially unacceptable and possibly obscured perceptions of myself into a person who is an advanced and passionate leftist/environmentalist. This is what I could say to pick up ardent, leftist, political-science majors:

"I'm DEFYING the oil-fueled right wing agenda by 'choosing not to drive'. I'm sending a clear message to the oil companies and its interests that I will not stand up for their economic raping of the middle-class! Do you wanna go back to my place and listen to some Springsteen records and make art with my non-recyclable garbage?"

But really, I don't give a shit, and we'd end up drinking wine, listening to Otis Redding, and making out furiously.

Where was I? Oh yeah...take the bus, babies.

p.