Monday, April 07, 2003

CHUNKA CHUNKA BURNING LOVE I

CHUNKA CHUNKA BURNING LOVE

I found a dollar in the street when I was walking the dog on Saturday morning.  New and crisp and neatly creased, I unfolded it carefully in case anything was secreted inside of it.  It was empty so I just stuffed it in my pocket.  Within a few minutes an idea formed in my head: to eat a Chunky candy bar.  I haven’t had one for years and don’t eat candy very often, but something about that big bulky foil mound of sugar and cocoa solids took hold of my thinking and I couldn’t deprive myself.  It seemed god had given me a dollar and was telling me to buy candy with it; who was I to argue?  I held onto the notion for several minutes waiting for it to fade away against the innumerable distractions of life on the mean streets, but it didn’t, so when I got to the corner store I left the dog outside and went shopping.  They had no Chunky bars so I bought a Rollo instead.  It wasn’t even close.  Since then I’ve also eaten a few Hershey Nuggets, but it’s still not satisfying that jones in my heart.  Unfortunately I already spent my god dollar.  Maybe I should wait till I find another one before I look at any more candy.  It would be just too easy to start grazing.