I slowly open the paper bag, the brown cellulose crinkling under my manicured fingers. I reach in, lifting out the glass jar. I gingerly unscrew the cap and raise the baby food jar up to my face. I shove my nose in and inhale.
COCAINE.
Just kidding.
Fruity vapors rush into my nostrils alerting every olfactory neuron that natural sugars are near. The flavor fills my mouth and then, pineapple. The label wasn't lying. It stinks to high heaven. And the hues run from orange to dark green. It's got half the rainbow on it, talk about eye catching. Besides that, it has a huge bush for a girl. And she's a firecrotch. She's glamorous. She's pineapple kush.
This was written a couple years ago in 2010 I think.
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