LOCKE
Sometimes you're having a rough day and you need a little pick-me-up and booze just won't do. So you go to the next best thing. Candy. Or, rather, candy floss. Locke's not sure what kind of devil magic has enchanted this specific thing of candy floss but it hasn't melted in the humidity so he'll take it. He takes a bite of it as he strolls down the sand bar, lost in his thoughts. The tide isn't even really out and his legs are soaked but he'll be fine, right? Nothing like wet pants and candy to brighten up your day, right?
I'ma do the things that I wanna do
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
I ain't got a thing to prove to you
