Sure did my friend.
I bought a new car 1 week and 3 days earlier.
I had 3 nails in 3 seperate tyres within 6 days. I had a flu. I was pissed off and decided to mix my Atkin's diet with marijuana and white wine.
Now, I'm not a smoker, so to get stoned I need to buy the hashish (resin) and roll it into little swallowable balls.
Here in Holland (so it's tolerated...don't get on your moral high horses with me...) you can buy good quality stuff (and in Holland they actually call it 'stuf' ) in these hasj bars they call coffee shops.
NOT
and let me repeat this:
NOT to be mistaken with the coffee shops you find in shopping centres and so. These sorts of mistakes can lead to quite embarassing situations. Seriously.
I wish the wine had been as good a quality, but when one is pissed off, has a flu and is in the same hemisphere as the average touring funk band, one doesn't really care, as long as one has something to drink.
So, I'm sitting gulping my wine, listening to Johnny Cash and thinking about how cool it would be to eat a box of chocolates.
Anyway, after two or three songs I open my eyes and lo and behold, there's a box of after eights sitting there on the living room table, right in front of me.
I had to blink a couple of times. But they were there and they were real.
I have terrible chocolate urges since I decided to experiment with a low-carb diet, and it was like Satan offering somebody in the big brother house real celebrity status...
I can't say how tempted I was. I felt like Jesus, just before the crusifixion, able to ask God for a lending hand, but deciding to go it alone for the hell of it. So. I closed my eyes as Johnny went off singing about picking flowers or something.
I re-opened my eyes, a few mintues later, and there's two bowls of crisps sat on the table in front of me. Beside the box of after eights.
"Now hold on a minute!" I shouted. "What's going on here?"
It was nearly too much for me. I love my crisps (or chips if you are American) and I wanted salt so bad...
Right, I'm staring at the crisps and chocolate with my glass of wine in one hand and seemingly I was murmuring to myself along the lines of: "What foul and heathen god is testing me in such a fashion..." when my girlfriend walks in with a flower in a vase (like Johnny had just plucked it or something) and tells me we're having guests and if I would kindly leave the room if I couldn't stop drooling and whispering to myself.