Boulevard Citgo

The pumps are always broken. The inside smells like Mudd butt mixed with dope. It should be forced to shut down as a public health hazard.

I heard this gas station’s parking lot has inspired every violent scene in every Tarantino movie.
No seriously, don’t ever stop here. You’ll be better off pushing your car into Decatur than risking your life getting gas at this hellmouth. I’ve seen too many fights go down at this particular gas station while driving to work, not too mention drug deals and other shady business. Do yourself a favor and KEEP ON DRIVING.

So here’s the info. First, as soon as you stop do the tuck and roll to the pump. Leap up, get the gas flowing, and keep an eye open of your surroundings. If possible, have a friend as a lookout to assess the area. They could also provide covering fire when necessary. Determine the best course of action, specifically obstacles that you could use for cover should an issue arise. This place has the potential of starting a re-​enactment of Call of Duty if you’re not aware.
If you’re looking for a good time at a cheap price but high risk of infection then hang out here at night. Who knows, it might help you develop an immunity to the coming zombie apocalypse. We’re due for one soon. I can feel it. Just remember to stock up on antibiotics and gauze pads.
Moral to the story, make sure there is still actual sunlight around. This will keep the zombies, pimps, dealers, and hookers away. It’s like kryptonite and it works every time. Once you’re done with your four minutes of unmitigated bravery get back in your car slowly and punch it. You have survived.

I once saw someone get shot here when I was 20. Seriously. I gave it an extra star for the [hopefully] once-​in-​a-​lifetime experience. I don’t know what that says about me, but don’t judge. You weren’t there.
This is truly the epitome of ghetto. They have a giant Georgia Lottery sign that lights up in their window. I came here a few weeks ago to redeem a $ 2 winning ticket. The guy working there looked at me like I was trying to pay with food stamps (apparently they don’t take EBT here). When I said I wanted to redeem my ticket he said they don’t do lottery. I told them they had a neon sign in the window saying otherwise and left.

whatever you do, DO NOT come here, not even if you are truly looking for a blow job on the cheap, or a crack hookup. It is SCARY, a friend of mine got mugged here. I stopped there plain view oon a friday at 6 and myy roommate forced me to take off, and he is a dude! the people were coming close to the car and I was not needing a thing but gas. F##k this place. IS murder Chevron in my book. I can’t wait until the city flourishes and all the hoodlums have to say Buh bye. Gas up at buddy’s on North and Highland.

Whoa, will I do WHAT for $ 20?!
I hate coming here at night. When gas prices were at their peak I wasn’t refilling as often as I should have. My idiot light was blinking and I was contemplating trying to make it the extra near mile to Buddy’s down the street – but I realized that if my car should stop on shady night-​time North Avenue, that I’d be in a worse position than having to deal with the loiterers at Boulevard Chevron.
As I pull up an older woman in a tube top and scandalous mini-​skirt looks into my car – I guess to see if I might do business with her. She sees that I’m a girl and saunters off.
Then a gentleman makes his way over circling my car trying to discreetly ask if I need some – what was it? Rock? Uh… no, I just got a Mountain Dew, I’m cool man… thanks anyway.
By now, I’m thinking, this pump must have been set to some sort of an extra slow flow because it’s taking forever! In hindsight, I should have just put in enough to get me through the evening.
So finally a man with a fist-​full of dolla dolla bills give me the up and down. He mentions that he has a twenty. I look down at my outfit. I’m a reasonable girl, I mean, hey maybe it was an honest mistake because I’m dressed like a harlot… I’m not. I give him a dirty look, stop the pump and take off.