a bittersweet memory.

Eating candy is like receiving a warm hug. That's a funny expression but really quite lovely. 

Anyway, at the beginning of the trip they gave  each a bag of sweeties and crisps:

Nutter butter

Doritos

Trident gum

Mints

Slim Jim

There was 8. In the van they talked nice, they asked me what my favorite music was. Someone played the banjo.

But I didn't really belong. I felt like an imposter. Like what the hell was I doing crashing their car ride. My mum says it's a business and if you give them money they let you be with them. That's t fucking wrong. Course, it's easy to be with others but it's hard to belong.