[mrnoodle]

My grandfather would occasionally rescue his brother from skid row (by making him listen to whitesnake! bwah!) and bring him home to dry him out and clean the feces off his clothing. Those were the two items that they always had to restock afterwards -- Listerine and vanilla extract. The extract worked well enough to get the drunk brother to pull a knife every once in a while, which landed him back on the street. I really don't comprehend that level of addiction. Maybe the things I think I'm "addicted" to, I'm not. Maybe I just have to work on impulse control.....