In my big bag, I have a small bag of root beer barrels and a small back of watermelon drops. Comfort food for me. Oh, and a thing of altoids. Mercy for anyone who has to be around my halitosis.

They also all make nifty trade items, just like a pack of cigarrettes and a couple of books of paper matches. IF I ever, for some freakish reason, have to fall back from something so far I'm in a shelter, I don't want my neighbor going psycho over a nic-fit.