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April 12, 2008
The liquor store was open at 11 o’clock, because every alcoholic needs to have breakfast sometime. I, however, am here at this hour for far nobler reasons than the standard AM Eye-Opener. The store has small, compact carts for when the order exceeds the hand baskets. They remind me of a type of Mommy-and-Me line of toys whereby the child can emulate Mommy’s wifely duties at the supermarket. But the more I think about it, the less absurd this parallel is, because it is this morning that I am taking care of my own proverbial child.

I am the enabler.