But I'm not.
They came in a can. And they were delivered to our front door.
Potato chips.
What a concept.
I can't tell you the last time an ice cream truck rolled through
our neighborhood.
But I remember those chips.
And the big can they came in.
Back when my metabolism mimicked that of a three week
old gerbil. On crack.
I remember, Bill.
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