November 2, 2016:

Dip chips. Salt on the tongue, taste of oil, explosive crunch. Not dipped but by themselves, chased with Coca-Cola. Salty and sweet, where carbonation froth chases chip crumbs from between teeth and gum.

Peppermint Life Savers, the big ones. Until your mouth goes cold like sucking ice. Then the perfect resistance to being chewed: resistance then collapse, and your jaws feel like they're dancing with contentment.

Soda. Fizz, sweetness, more fizz; the satisfying afterburn of phosphoric acid.

All releasing endorphin, strong as exercise, almost as strong as sex.

We go through life high in our particular ways.