Butterfinger BBs always reminds me of my mother.

She was a single mother; so on her days off she would pick me up from my grandmother’s and we would go to a convenience store and get snacks and sodas. (and for some reason she would get a pack of swishers, no ideas why she would want snacks with a cigarillo, especially since she would slice them open)

We’d go back to my uncle’s house she was renting a room from, hang out in her bedroom and watch The Simpsons, eat butterfingers, and play Mario World.