Clubis

With Bazooka Bubble Gum on my mind, I began to develop a healthy craving for it. I knew I had stashed a piece away in my backpack, so I found it without much difficulty. It was right there next to my old box cutter, broken watch, unopened package of four AA batteries, and film canister full of (sweet!) quarters.   

I tore the piece open, or tried to anyway, but failed. The paper was all stuck to the gum, probably from leaving my backpack in the sun for too long last summer. In spite of the difficulties, I managed to get down to the meat of it.   

While I chewed on that blob of pink goodness, I began reminiscing about the many journeys my backpack and I have been on over the last year.   

I remembered the time when my friend Kyle pretended to fling that box cutter at me, but the blade detached, flew through the air, and was several millimeters and a less-quick head turning reaction away from severing my eye. He gave me the box cutter with the blade carefully reinserted to make up for it.   

The quarters reminded me of a much more joyful experience: Taekwon-Do Summer Camp. My mom gave the quarters to my brother and me for doing laundry, but she neglected (or rather refused) to give us any spending money for the week like all the other kids got. A resourceful pair, we decided to do only one combined wash that week. We ended up doing two, but we saved about ten dollars from what my mom intended. Greg, otherwise my brother, used his four dollars (I told him we only saved eight) to buy candy. I used my $6, or apparently $2.25 of my $6, on soda, chips, and the piece of gum I am just now chewing.   

This gum sort of tastes like the fabric softener I kept in that same pocket, if I’m remembering correctly. Ah, boy does this bring back memories…    …Ugh, but now I think I’m going to be sick.

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