As I stood in the depths of my own mind, surrounded by my thoughts, my polka-dotted monkey chute and gusts of wind that swept up the ash at my feet, one thought kept coming back to me.
I remember the good old days when my very best girlfriend would come over to my house after school, we'd peel a whole bunch of bananas, lovingly dip each one in a bath of thick chocolate, shove a stick up one of the ends, then place them in the freezer until the chocolate shell would harden.