I have, what some may call, a sick sense of humour. This isn’t a new development; I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. It does lead to some genuinely funny moments, though, and I was recently reminded of something that happened a long time ago. I was around 11 or 12, and it was around the time that I was leaving the house during the day and hanging out with friends, without any adult supervision. We’d walk down to stores and get ludicrous amounts of candy, sugary drinks; that kind ...