My experience with Zibby Beans has been one of delight, desire, passion, and zealous overindulgence. I was first introduced to this delicacy sometime two years ago or so in my brother’s shitbox going 80 down a small town backroad; both slightly inebriated at the moment. On that particular day, whilst driving me home from lifting, I complained of my fatigue, to which I inquired if he would have anything such as an energy drink to smooth my malady. In response, he gifted me a handful of small, rabbit-turd sized (and somewhat visually equivalent, however more desirable in appearance) chocolate balls. I responded, “what the hell are these?” To which he would singularly retort, “Zibby Beans!”. Swallowing my pride, I engorged myself on one of these rabbit treats, finding it to have a brilliant yet subtle dark chocolate flavor, accented with mysterious and unidentifiable seasonings of sweet delicacy, encasing a much opposed, yin and Yang esque compliment of a rich espresso coffee bean. Needless to say, I engorged myself of the handful, before nearly defenestrating my brother in demand for more. In a rage I consumed several portions of the beans, more than the recommended amount. They delighted me, as crack delights a homeless man. I was hooked. Now, upon gaining my own income, I delight in again fueling my addiction, though I wrestle with the occasional crack-feening night of no sleep upon vacuuming nearly an entire bag in a night, needless to mention the monsterous shits which…