I hate gum. I hate it. I hate smelling other peoples discarded gum. So. Hotel lobby bar of the Sheraton in Austin. They have Wasabi peas in a weird little glass jar thing shaped somewhat like a dradle. I poured a handful into my hand which then were promptly transferred to my mouth. Why is there something soft? Why is it cinnamon flavored? I had someone’s fucking discarded gum in my mouth. Gross. Gross. Gross. We complained, obviously. I got a free Maker’s on the rocks out of it, but still, I’m fucking scarred. I hate gum. And, I hate that human nature makes people discard gum into communal edibles. I will never eat communal food again. Mark that.