Turon, my anti-drug

I like my turon blunts long, golden, with a crisp sugar glaze on the outside, and a soft, sweet banana laced with a sliver of jackfruit inside of it. Not too thick, not too thin, and rolled just right.

My boss brought some turon to work last week and I couldn’t do my job soon after that. I was just sitting there, lips and fingers sticky with sugar glaze and the scent of banana; my sugar rush was slowly wearing off and I soon became entranced by my computer’s screen saver. I think I even slept for a few seconds in my chair because all of a sudden I was in Paris watching the musical “Jersey Boys.” The weirdest thing about it is “Jersey Boys” isn’t even showing in Paris! Crazy turon!