I recently purchased two candy bars, and immediately started feeling remorse. This is no way to lose those extra pounds I thought. The ones forcing my trousers lower as my middle continues to expand. But, a Snickers is a Snickers I think as I break it out of the wrapper and begin to eat. It is delicious, nuts, carmel, and chocolate. The bar stretches as I bite off a piece forming a narrow sliver of choclate and carmel with a nut perched on the end. A kind of chocolate serpent enticing me to continue. I do, and no sooner do I finish it when the worries of too many pounds return. Guilt, remorse, and a second Snickers in my pocket. I'm downtown, the Tribune building to my right. Hmmm I think, that building is all brick, when the big one comes it will be just a pile of rubble. Perhaps I will be inside, and no one will comment on the extra pounds when I'm crushed beneath a mountain of brick, but the odds of that happening is not good. A transient lurks on the sidewalk in front of me. I can almost hear the do you have any spare change mantra. He steps towards me. I say, "Would you like a Snickers bar? I bought two and as you can see I didn't need even one, but I've already consumed it. You are welcome to this one." He hesitates. "If you don't want it just say so," I remark. " No it's not that, thank you ", he says. He takes the bar. I wonder if his will stretch like mine did when he bites into it and what shape it will take. I'm about to leave when he says, "but next time could you make it a ." "Dumb shit" I mumble as I continue down the street, "Who would prefer a Milky Way to a Snickers?"