A neon Hot Coffee sign blinked by the door. It was an oasis of sorts, the only sign of civilization for miles. In the empty aisles of the store, I yelled hello and was embarrassed by the quiet rasp of my voice. Treats wrapped in colorful plastic languished under buzzing lights. The packaging of a Cozmic Bar, a chocolate slab studded with multicolored candy bits, promised me I Wouldn’t Believe My Mouth.
