temptation birdmad all this world and its glories and its sins 011111 ... chanaka life is one big temptation 011111 ... epitome of incomprehensibility My parents are away for the night. It's a few minutes past nine and I'm walking home from the libary. The only shops open on my way home are two depanneurs, one on each side of the Pine Beach tunnel. I resist going inside and finding something sugary to buy, maybe because one of the books I'm reading is a memoir called Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood and I'm reminded that even an intermittent or not-quite addiction can be a problem. So I get home and see that Mom's left the Jean Coutu bag with her After Eight chocolate bars inside. The urge to mooch overcomes my no-candy rationale, but I only take one piece. 220706 what's it to you? who go blather from