Sweet

The guy next to me loves his candy. A middle aged guy with a bald head and caramel-colored skin. Which is appropriate because of all the sweets he is horking down.  Handfuls of different confections are chewed vigorously and swallowed. I am not certain he is a candy addict, or if it's a nervous habit of his while in public or on a train.

He finished his feast with three strips if mint gum. You know, gum: the dessert candy.

And now I nap.