The problem with being me, is that late afternoon on a Saturday, I get hungry, and not for baby carrots or celery sticks. I want crap. I want cheap Great Value from Walmart barbeque potato chips. Or maybe sour cream and onion. And a mojito. Which I have, right there next to me on the table. It’s delicious. But it’s not cheap bbq or SC&O chips. Nothing takes the place of those, not even the small plate of dill triscuits and monterey jack cheese. Not even the hamburgers and tots being fixed up even as I type.