Addiction

It's obvious I have an addictive personality. This is why I was a smoker, though thankfully that hasn't been the case for a few years. However, while I can break the nicotine habit, I cannot seem to break the caffeine or silly time waster video game habit.

This is why I was in "Dunkie" or Dunkin' Donuts at some obscene time of night. They have brewed iced tea, not that fake powder crap. It calls me to in all its bitter glory. So you can get a cup of it that's the size of a small Norwegian village for less than $2.50. Just don't ruin it with sugar or a lemon, that will only create seeds for you to accidentally suck up through the straw.

This brings me to my fear of bubble tea. Everyone seems to love this stuff, but it boggles my mind. These little gummy balls come shooting up the straw ready to coke you to death. Yes, even iced tea addiction can kill. No thanks, just give me my giant Dunkie.

So while I was waiting in line I looked over at a little Christmas tree they had on display. The ornaments were little packets of sugar substances glued to paperclips. Of course I went to get a closer look at this work of "art". If you know me at all you know what happened.

It really wasn't my fault! Who puts a tree on a wobbly table and then props it up with a few books? Worse yet, who decorates with little packets that are prone to ripping?

As I sat there sprawled across the floor covered in sugar packets and fake pine needles I looked up to see a lovely young police officer trying not to laugh. "Oh sorry officer, I cannot tell a lie, I did chop down the Splenda tree."

I made it home safe and sound to conquer the digital seas of Puzzle Pirates armed with my tea.

"You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me." -- C.S. Lewis