My Name Is Greg and I am an Addict
For the first time ever, I am making a public plea for help.
That’s right. I am an addict. But it did not start until I moved here to the Magic City. It’s my fault. I have zero self-control. I just never thought it would happen to me.
I could blame my wife, my supplier…probably the government. But ultimately it comes down to dealing with my own demons.
My addiction? The cream filled tortes that Albertson’s sells in their bakery. I am addicted to them. They come in a variety of flavors including lemon, oreo cookie, mocha and strawberry. And they are the perfect size. Not too big, not too small….just right to cut into four pieces and stretch the pleasure over two nights.
Add a little whipped cream and I am in heaven.
So I ask you here and now…publicly…if you see me in Albertson’s on Grand in the West End and I have a torte in my hand –help me. Please.