"And every year since then, Halloween is returned and I, like an Alzheimer’s patient, find myself in a room, and the room has a table in it, and on the table, is a bowl of candy corn. And I look at it, as if I’ve never seen it before. 'Candy corn,' I think. 'Corn that tastes like candy. I can’t wait.' ... 'SON OF A BITCH!'"