An Experience Worth Remembering
An Experience Worth Remembering Calm. Collected. Out of control. These were the feelings that he had when he opened the jar of peanut butter and scraped out the sides. It was always done in a peculiar way based on a comic that he had read some time ago: scoop out one half, then dig out the underside of the remaining half and leave the very top of the peanut butter intact until the last possible moment. “If you can control the peanut butter, you can control your life”, he muttered. The peanut butters’ half-top remained intact. It was the only thing that seemed to be going right in his life. He could certainly sit down and spread peanut butter on toast, then grab the honey bear and swish a light drizzle over the whole slice. He could sit down at a table and bite into the delicious blend of warm toast and butter, with just the right amount of crunch, and eat it slowly until nothing was left. To him, it was all that he could do at the time. Crumbs of toast and drips of n...