Lighters needed

I'm riding bikes with Dave. We just got out of work. It was my day off, but I was called in to cover the last four hours. Easy money, so sure. But somehow I wasn't happy. My situation here in paradise is unparalleled. When described, it could make a jealous man from one who was previously content. So why the long face, Chris? Maybe I'm homesick. Maybe I need to experience something new. Maybe I got used to enjoying more alone time. But 7:21pm is a snapshot of happiness. We're passing the cemetary and headed toward that gas station at Truman and White. The one with Dion's. Dave needs a lighter - now. This reminds me: I need one too. My Coleman stove doesn't light itself. Some stoves do - but mine doesn't.