Candy Land

Listen up, friends. There are people in this world who make promises but don't come through, and then they make excuses. And then there are people who deliver. I met one such man two weeks ago, a gentleman who ate the last twizzler at the real world party but promised he'd send more. I get home from jogging tonght (or yogging; it might be a soft j) and what is there on my doorstep but a package full of every kind of twizzler under the sun? I've only ever had the classic strawberry, but they all look like so much fun. The twizted paradise pull-n-peels look like the product of a play-doh extruder contraption I used to have. Call me, we'll watch charlie and the chocolate factory and play candy land.