Crossing the bridge from St Louis to East St Louis I was overwhelmed by the smell of Switzer's licorice. I salivated all the way home, to the memory of that wonderful aroma.
A few days later, I passed a vending machine and there she was! Smiling seductively through the glass in that come hither, clear and yellow wrapper, I swear she was mouthing the words, eat me.
How could I resist slipping my coins into the pimps slot, gently lifting her from the chute and slowly peeling that wrapper off her shoulders.
She tasted like....soap.
