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More is More — The Smaller Picture pg241
Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic
2004
In late November I tossed a chocolate advent calendar into my Trader Joe’s cart. After dutifully rationing myself to the traditional one-a-day for a week, I lost it one bitter cold night. I ripped open every little cardboard door until Christmas, picked out every holly, bell and Santa head and ate them all in three minutes. If I ever think perhaps I could enjoy a beer again, the next question is, “What are the odds I would start the reckless cycle of ‘Keep ’em coming!’
At my most optimistic the odds might be say, fifty-fifty? Then I think about how I am with ice cream, or a book binge where I won’t stop reading until the novel is finished… effectively blowing off the next morning’s duties. There are no support groups for a fiction addiction. That I don’t have enough self control to successfully use a chocolate advent calendar is proof that alcohol should only be used by other people. — From Chapter 13
Hip-checks like this have kept me away from booze for a long time. Also, I lived in Vegas for many years, so I know the odds are never 50/50. The house always wins, which is why I don’t gamble outside of entrepreneurial brainstorms. There are more fun ways to take risks with my life… like having an art…
