I was born on the wrong side of the country. After a bad day I would like to drown my sorrows in a Hershey bar. Not the kind of bar that you peel off the wrapper, but a bar in which someone indulges himself in drink to avoid his addiction to chocolate.
Even the atmosphere smells like warm chocolate. For the life of me I don’t know how anyone gets anything done there. Slobbering busloads of tourists fill the streets. I may addicted, but chocolate is their god…..don’t get me wrong I like a chocolate latte as much as the next fellow but I’ve got to go to work and get something done.