Last Night A Reese's Saved My Life

It was around 11:30pm when I first started to feel myself slipping. It had been around 3 hours since I had eaten anything and the hunger effects of the blunt I finished smoking half an hour ago were really starting to kick in.

I found I was struggling to concentrate on the movie I was watching, the strange grumble and groan sounds my stomach was making were drowning out the sound of the television. All I could think was how much I wanted to eat. I was imagining myself eating a Double Burger from In-and-Out. Picturing the hot beef patty with cheese melted on top of it, tomato, lettuce and the famous secret sauce all in a delicious lightly toasted bun was making me feel like I could not go on living without it. But In-and-Out Burger was closed and therefore not an option. Looking back I would have been too lazy/high to make the journey there anyways.

Merely thinking of food was not going to give me the satisfaction I was so desperately searching for. I needed to gather my thoughts and take care of business. But being in the state that I was, cooking was not an option. This left me in a predicament that I dread with all my heart. The situation where all you want is something/anything good to eat but at the same time don’t want to put any effort towards the issue due to your mind state at the time. So I was left with only one option and not a very good one at that. I forced myself out of my bedroom where it was cozy/warm and stumbled into the kitchen, desperate to find a source of food that did not require any additional effort by me. In other words something to eat that I did not have to cook. I searched the dark kitchen high and low; I examined the cupboard for around 5 minutes to no prevail. My worst dreams were looking like a reality; I was going to be forced to go to bed with the munchies.

After getting distracted by the instructions for making tuna casserole on the back of, quick and easy tuna casserole box (which I was obviously not going to cook up) I slowly walked back into my room. As I was sitting there dealing with the fact that I was gonna be going to bed on an empty stomach I remembered something. I remembered buying a Reese’s at school earlier that day. But for the life of me I could not remember eating it. Had I eaten it straight after buying it and just not remembered? Had I eaten it after lunch as a delicious treat for desert? Or maybe just maybe I had not eaten it and it was chilin’ in the bottom of my bag waiting for me and only me.

My bag was in the corner of my room; I rushed over and began to search through it. In the first compartment all I found was pens, pencils and old tootsie roll wrappers (at that time I would have been happy with just one tootsie roll). In the second larger compartment I found the homework I was meant to do that night. I was down to the third and final pocket I opened it expecting to be disappointed but to my surprise and delight there it was the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. If only there was a camera there to take a picture of my face. I can’t think of a time when my smile was as big. Then I proceeded to eat it, quicker than the speed of sound.

My mission was complete just as I thought I would have to give it up. A Reese’s saved my life…