Greeting card Hallmark stamped; Birthday, Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa. Sympathy, Get Up Kids, Anniversary, Valentine’s Day, Wedding Bells, Morrissey. A stacked deck. Hear the rip of the shuffle, backwards and bent. Tap, tap on the hard table to choruses of “Is this your card?” and “Go fish”. Child-like distraction with it’s compulsive gambling opposite – polarized. Like candy cigarettes, arcades, and soda shops of yore. The American Way of Cultivating Bad Habits. Teaching them young how to drink, gamble, smoke, and feel like they belong. Many of us transcend that errant teaching. Some of us do not. Ice Cream Truck at Camp Nutley, I bought candy cigarettes because everyone else was. Wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with it. It was a disappointing waste of money. And maybe therein lay my lesson. Why I never took up smoking, never fell into a nicotine trap. Some of my friends did though, and I feel sorry for them. There is a brief window of youth where no matter what you do it does not matter because you are young and invincible and what you feel is better than riding a comet on mushrooms.