motorfirebox

I feel like an essential part of my childhood has died.

I love candy. Anything sweet, really. So, HalloweenFall candy day and EasterSpring candy day are obviously my two favorite holidays. Realizing that I haven't enjoyed a grab-bag of random candy in years, I hit up the random candy stall at the supermarket--the one with like thirty different kinds, where you just put handfuls into a produce bag. Mary Janes, Bit O' Honeys, Tootsie Flavor Rolls, apple caramels, etcetera. The old favorites, y'know?

Got home, opened up one of those taffies that come in an unmarked twist of wax paper. It was... stale and nasty. The outside was kind of crunchy, and there was this musty flavor. I spat it in the trash and grabbed a "Made in the USA" maple toffee. Stale and nasty. Mary Jane, stale and nasty. Some of the Tootsie rolls were okay.

What's really got me down isn't that they've obviously been sitting untouched in those bins for months and years. What's got me down is that I realize that they were always stale and nasty. They weren't ever as good as I remember them being.

Fuck you, passage of time.