by Caitlin Cording Heike Mintel I bite into the bar of honeyed peanuts and chew until my jaw aches. A stranger to my left. A man with blotchy cheeks and slicked-back hair. He breathes heavily. In, snuffle, out, snort. In, snuffle, out, snort. Tick tock goes the clock. I chomp on my bar. His head jerks up. “That stuff is evil.” Says the man with three chins? My gaze flicks to the vending machine crammed with Satan’s sweets. “You’re right. I should be burned at the stake for my