Bonnie’s Pond

Walking back home late at night from the city (which took a good hour and a half) while slightly drunk and all I could think about were honey baked ham kettle chips. Its been years since I have had them, I don’t know even if they still make them and even if they do its not like I overly liked them as they taste alot like bacon. Added to which I do even think I can eat them now that I am gluten intollerant. None the less they were all I could think about Honey baked ham kettle chips, and as I passed each service station between the city and kensington I had to convince my self it wasn’t worth it.

It funny Long walks at night while slightly drunk remind me of toni, hell being drunk reminds me of toni and god knows toni’s man smell always reminds me of being drunk. Its funny how strong some associations with people are I can’t go to the football without thinking of my grandmother and father I can’t get on a dance floor with out missing thao and I can’t walk home late at night alone without toni or honey baked ham kettle chips