Dear Big Sur Bar,


     I can't even #$%!ing begin to explain how
mother-#$%!ing good the #$%!ing multidimensional
delicous #$%!ing tastes were that the goddam
Big-Sur-Bar left in my mouth as I swerved and swayed
dangerously round the corners of the ancient Highway 1
eating the Bar as it crumbled down my chest and left
my soul feeling so #$%!ing alive and twisted like the
road I drove on at night in the rain from the sunset
to the #$%!ing moonrise making my brain fire neurons I
didn't even #$%!ing know I had like the bursting new
tastes the Big-Sur-Bar created on my tongue keeping me
alive through those lanes and #$%!ing mudslides it was
like a #$%!ing Hindu God that kept pinching my #$%!ing
tongue with new consciousness that was truly tasting
goodness and nutrients for the very first time in its
tongue-life which made it and me so #$%!ing blissful
for the divine nature of the trip clenching the
steering wheel with one hand and devouring the Bar my
blood felt joy and all I could do was god bless
"Big-Sur-Bar-GODS" for the #$%!ing goodness of the
#$%!ing Big-Sur-Bar all the way down Highway 1 into my
driveway and I can't wait to get home so that I can
order an entire #$%!ing truck-load of these
outstandingly-good tasting delicious mother-#$%!ers. 

                         Jim E.