Rock was seated in the Arkansas State legislature, apparently as a representative or senator. He wasn't sure which, or for that matter, whether he was utterly out of place. He knew he was there for some sensitive debate and that emotions were delicately teetered.
Angry young men in dark suits sat all around him when two tattooed, heavily pierced teenage girls, dressed in ragged denim and faded, tattered rock-and-roll T-shirts, suddenly approached his pew from behind and dumped a large box of hard yellow candy onto an open seat beside his.
The candy was a classic—sour Now & Laters, marked new and lemon-flavored, in their typical flat, rectangular shape, like tiny translucent dominos.
A man seated in front of him turned to ask what they were.
"Believe it or not, it's candy," Rock said. "I mean, I thought those girls came in here to make some trouble, but, man, this stuff's great. They're lemon Now & Laters."
"I've never seen those," the man said. "Hand us a few, would you?"
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