Licorice

I miss the time of the university …when the biggest problem was extorting myself from social gatherings, when gothic licorice gummies were in fashion, and me …me in black robes, with Type O Negative in headphones, standing off the path, reading Edgar Alan Poe and immensely in love …in love with the world, in what it can give me – in the future – and how much I liked my black boots and dark glasses.


For me, the university was what finally extinguished my joy of living among people. But as long as it lasted, as long as I was there, smelling the roses from the janitor’s garden, it was wonderful.


Maybe a gothic jelly will help? Only now the black ones have the flavor of forest fruits. Not as darkly romantic …but definitely delicious.