Candy Crush

Shame story: normal kids buy Lego or Tamagotchis, I used to buy candy as a hobby. Seriously, as a child I spent all my pennies at Jamin. Preferably on those yellow lemon drops or cinnamon chewing gum. When the owner of Jamin starts to recognize you, you know something is not right. In short: put me in a candy store and my imaginary tail starts wagging. Put me in an AMERICAN candy store and a vein in my head bursts. During my Oregon trip it went terribly wrong in the candy store. Must. Buy. Peanut. Butter. Sugar. Rush. Like a possessed gecko, I went wild for a rack of chewing gum packs. But not just any chewing gum, real vintage lookalike hot cinnamon packs with sarcastic texts. They matched with May, with Adelain, Daan, Simoon, Elkie, Lil, Annick, Bellie and hatsaakee, that basket was definitely full. Only this weirdo can seriously spend 30 dollars on chewing gum. So, if you happen to visit the editorial office soon and see one big bubble gum orgy; I’m sorry, it’s my fault. Or actually that of Oregon.