Eye - 20 April 2012
Confessions of a Carboholic
Alright, I admit it. I am a Carboholic.
I’d like to say it’s not my fault, but they tell me at Carboholics Anonymous that we always say that, you know, trying to blame someone else. Own the problem, they say. If you try to say it’s someone else’s fault, you won’t face up to it. So here it goes.
I am a Carboholic. It started when I was very small, and I don’t blame my parents – they weren’t to know – but I always had the light on at night, because of the chickens. The chickens came and pecked your feet in the dark, so my parents kept a night-light. First it was a little paraffin lamp. Then a clunky transformer with a small bulb. Later it was a dimmer switch turned down low; then I got my own bedside light…
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