Today’s Sounds: Carly Rae Jepsen
There was once an old female acquaintance of mine who had the most unusual of morning rituals: for breakfast she would eat lightly toasted wonderbread slices with strawberry and chocolate Quik crystals sprinkled on top.
One day, against my better judgement, I asked her for a bite. Naturally it tasted awful, and the powdered mix rubbing up against my rapidly degrading enamel was an unforgettably terrible feeling (an earlier incident, where she bit into a clump of powder and began coughing uncontrollably like those YouTube cinnamon-eating fools, also entered my mind), but there was something about the way the meal looked, gleaming and glittering on the table, that made it oddly enticing.