Chapter Seven
Thursday January 11, 2018
They weren’t your typical bags of popcorn. The owners of the convenience store where I continually bought them, throughout the fall, must have made them at home and brought them in. They were about the size of small garbage bags with a label that said Jumbo Popping Corn Treats on them. I’ve never seen them anywhere else. They also had coloured popcorn, but that seemed a little too decadent for long-term rations. In my room, when I was incarcerated, I had stacks of those jumbo bags of popcorn.
Sarah came over with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s as usual, and we watched Across the Universe. It’s a good thing we didn’t watch it in February because that’s when I started hallucinating. Everything was swell that night with Sarah. I would be able to recall it
