Cravings.

Tonight, about halfway through the 3-hour Broadway production of Mary Stuart (which, by the way, was really quite good), I got the most intense craving for SMACKS cereal. The desire carried me all the way through the second act. Immediately after the curtain fell, I dashed to the grocery store closest to my apartment (don't judge me, I also had OTHER shopping to do). I went to the cereal aisle. A casual perusal didn't do the trick--I must have missed it. Have no fear, though. I walked up. I walked down. Missed them again. Curious...where were the SMACKS? My pace quickened as I passed my familiar friends: Life, Raisin Bran, Cheerios. But I didn't want to join the usual gang. I WANTED MY SMACKS. 

I write to you now from my apartment. Where I am eating...a banana. I hate you, Food Emporium. And, for the love of god, can somebody please tell me if SMACKS have been discontinued?? Because, if they have, we are doing a disservice to children around the globe and I will drop out of school to single-handedly lead the campaign to bring them back to markets (especially the Food Emporium a block away from me).  

Thank you for your time.