{"id":1392,"date":"2015-06-04T13:00:47","date_gmt":"2015-06-04T20:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/?p=1392"},"modified":"2015-06-05T07:36:46","modified_gmt":"2015-06-05T14:36:46","slug":"damned-twizzler-amnesia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/04\/damned-twizzler-amnesia\/","title":{"rendered":"Damned Twizzler Amnesia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Postaday for June 4th: <a href=\"https:\/\/dailypost.wordpress.com\/dp_prompt\/smell-you-later\/\">Smell You Later<\/a>.\u00a0<\/strong><em>Humans have very strong scent memory. Tell us about a smell that transports you.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I can tell you about a smell that <em>should<\/em> transport me but doesn\u2019t: Twizzlers. I\u2019m not talking any old red licorice, or Red Vines. I\u2019m not talking about the cherry pull-strand style Twizzlers either, or the multicolored ones, or those cherry nibs. I\u2019m not even talking about the quarter pound or the half pound bag. Heck, let\u2019s get real specific: I\u2019m not even talking about a one pound bag of strawberry Twizzlers <em>unless\u00a0<\/em>that one pound bag of strawberry Twizzlers is on the discount shelf at Albertson\u2019s for just a buck because they\u2019re trying to move old stock the day before it expires.<\/p>\n<p>Every time my wife goes out of town, I end up with one of those bags. Sometimes she buys them for me and hides them around the house, &#8217;cause she knows I\u2019ll find them. It\u2019s too bad Jinny Hoffa wasn\u2019t buried with a bag of Twizzlers, &#8217;cause I would have found him a long time ago too. But as often as not my wife doesn\u2019t buy me the bag, and I get one myself. It\u2019s freaking surreal. We wake up, I toss her suitcase into the trunk, drive her to the airport, drop her off at departures, give her a hug, watch as she walks into the terminal, and when I turn around to get back into the car, I\u2019m in Albertson\u2019s, standing in front of the BOGO shelf, fat bag of Twizzlers in one hand, the other hand in my back pocket, grabbing up my wallet.<\/p>\n<p>Self check-out line. I\u2019m scanning the bar code, then swiping my credit card while tapping through instructions on the touch screen. I\u2019m in the car and half way home and the bag is open and one Twizzler\u2019s in my mouth and I\u2019m chewing furiously, another Twizzler pinched between my upper lip and my nose, a candy mustache like goofy hipster nightmare porn star perverting my blood sugar and will to live.<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;d think that pungent sugary strawberry smell, that cloying noisomeness would take me back to every other time I\u2019ve sat in front of the computer, playing some god-awful video game while masticating a waxy red mess at about a hundred calories per second. You\u2019d think I\u2019d remember the commiserate queasiness, that sickness that starts a sour patch in my gut and works it way up to squeeze my poor withered heart a few times before resting firmly and greenly in my forehead. How I&#8217;m ruined for\u00a0days, me the next day with my Twizzlers hang-over, crumpled up in my easy chair like I\u2019d been discarded there, a cup of tea cooling next to me and something stupid and dark on the TV.<\/p>\n<p>But no, I never remember. The smell does nothing to me. I wish it would. Even now, concentrating, I can conjure up a whiff of those disgusting sucrose sticks, those corn-syrupy stomach-punchers, those red-number-five bowel-busters. And even though I know what it does to me, ruining my weekend, making me wish I was an alcoholic or a junkie instead\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u2026I\u2019m thinking about how my wife has to work this weekend and maybe I\u2019ll go get a bag.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Postaday for June 4th: Smell You Later.\u00a0Humans have very strong scent memory. Tell us about a smell that transports you. I can tell you about a smell that should transport me but doesn\u2019t: Twizzlers. I\u2019m not talking any old red licorice, or Red Vines. I\u2019m not talking about the cherry pull-strand style Twizzlers either, or &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/04\/damned-twizzler-amnesia\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Damned Twizzler Amnesia&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[61],"tags":[235],"class_list":["post-1392","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-postaday","tag-twizzlers"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p24y52-ms","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1392","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1392"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1392\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1393,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1392\/revisions\/1393"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1392"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1392"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bukkhead.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1392"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}