I Begin a Delivery Job With a $300 Car (two-thirds paid off)

I remember sitting on the airplane on the way home from Zambia and thinking that my life would begin again. I guess I had taken on a bit of the Zambian viewpoint that America is a sort of material paradise and that you are simply handed money when you step off the plane.

For those of you that haven't heard, I no longer work at the Southside Mini Mart. My gas station anecdotes from here on out will have to be from the vantage point of a customer. I am not sad about this at all.

I'm going to keep the name "Cigarettes and Gasoline" because it's catchier than "Commit Lozenges and Ethanol."

I have a new job. I deliver food for a communist-themed burrito joint in Duluth, Minnesota. I know what you're thinking: no blogging material there.

It will be tough, but I'll try to manage.

So I begin a new chapter in Cigarettes and Gasoline. I'm calling it, "I Want A Burrito Right Now- I Want It Perfect And I'm Not Leaving My House For It."

Go ahead and visit www.burritounion.com