A few days later, I pointed to a chocolate bar in the rack next to the checkout at the supermarket. "I really want that," I said sagely, "and that must be how Daddy feels when he wants drugs." But of course this was not how Daddy felt.
To get an idea of what Daddy felt, I would have needed to smuggle that grocery-store chocolate into my first-grade classroom, stash it in my desk, sell it on the sly, and use the proceeds to consume a big bag of Doritos every day on the calendar. Eventually I would need to promise myself that I will stop such behavior, and then do it all again with two boxes of chocolate bars, two bags of Doritos.
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