The only food in Rex and Iz’s kitchen was a jar of pickles. There should have been a twenty-five-ounce box of Frosted Flakes too, the Frosted Flakes Iz had bought just the day before, but Rex had gotten stoned and had eaten the entire box in one sitting.
Those were my Frosted Flakes! Iz wrote in his journal after confronting Rex. He continued:
I come in at eleven and decide to have a bowl of cereal before going to bed. I usually eat breakfast at night so I can sleep later in the morning. Anyway, I get out the milk and a bowl and spoon and I open the cabinet. And no box!
I say, “Where’s the Frosted Flakes?”
“I ate ’em,” Rex tells me.
“Whattaya mean you ate ’em?” I say.
“I ate ’em.”
“The whole box?!!!!”
“That was a big box! A huge box! Twenty-five ounces!”
“I couldn’t stop eating them.”
“How could you eat the whole box? It’s like eating a pound and a half of sugar!”
“I had to eat them all. Toward the end, I wasn’t even enjoying them.”
“Oh, well how satisfying to know that! Why didn’t you eat the whole jar of pickles, instead?!”
“Don’t be ridiculous. They’re sweet gherkins.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot.”