What is it about the east coast? So many spirits. Georgia is no exception.

Such a pretty place. Pecan trees dropping their seeds. Fall leaves changing color. People drinking coke. And myself. . . staring at a Twinkie.

As it enters the mouth of a black boy, I imagine myself doing the same. The first Twinkie of his life. The expression tells it all. Oh man. I wish that was me.

This is interrupted by the closing of curtains. And then I walk away in sadness.