000097 #worm Ever since then, I have always driven a car that used virtually no oil. I'm miles away in flat smelly old Milwaukee now, and things are different. I can't smoke pot any more, unless I want to feel sad and heavy. I need a massage so bad I ping when I walk. I lost the string of beads long ago, and I regret that. I have put gallons and gallons of gas in my car, and that's always been all there was to it. You pump the gas, you pay, sometimes with your TYME card in lieu of real money, and you go on and do something else.