Ew, Licorice.

I hate licorice. In fact I have a huge fear of the stuff. Black, red—it doesn’t matter, it’s all gross. When I was in kindergarten this kid, Michael Fittock who was a real douche of a racist kid for a five year old, thought it would be a fantastic idea to chew up some black licorice and shove it down my shirt during nap time. When I woke up all I could smell was the horrendous stink of black licorice. The kid was a total Aryan race boy wonder and sometimes I wonder what ever happened to him. I want to call him or meet him in a bar and punch him in the face. My knucles would be covered in chewed up black licorice.