Bobby and I collected as much Halloween candy as we could in order to sell it to a dentist who pays $3 per pound for Halloween candy. Don’t even ask; just go with it. So the candy sat in a bag for the whole week after Halloween while I put off driving to the dentist’s office, and yet I didn’t eat a single piece. Not a single damn piece. But then last Friday, I had one little Crunch bar. And since then, I have eaten at least a pound of the candy. Maybe more. I have no willpower. I can hear it calling to me RIGHT NOW from the kitchen. I must answer its siren call.