The Candy Bar Defense

-Diabetes sucks man

Dave is eating a Snickers bar in the cramped closet they call our break room.

-Yep.
-My granddad has diabetes. He gives himself shots in the belly and shit.
-Yeah.

Chomp-chomp

-So, do you take shots? Insulin, right?
-Nope, not yet.

Smack-smack

-So…pills?
-Yeah.

Crunch-crunch

-And exercise?
-Right.

Dave tosses the candy-bar wrapper in the trash then grabs an ice-cold Coke out of the
stocked mini-fridge by the sink.

-I couldn’t make it. I love sugar too much.

Glug-glug

-Yeah. Hey, Dave…

Ahhh

-Yeah?
-My grandpa has diabetes, too.
-What do you mean?

Sigh

-Enjoy your soda, Dave.