Not one stinking kid came to my place for candy. Good! Didn't have any anyway. None that I wanted to share.

I thought if some did I'd drop a Klondike bar in their bag and think of the fun when they open it later and it's all melted.

Sad, isn't it, that a big kid like me could find enjoyment out of some child's pain.

Well, that's what years of thinking you're getting candy, but "surprise!" You got a rock! Just like Chuck Brown...

Actually, my place would have made a great stop, cause I have a ton of Lean Cuisines that I would have dropped along with a few Hot Pockets for Mom and Dad.

I was and am still sick, with back pain and all woozy from medication, so it's best I didn't share in the spreading of the Bird Flu.