You know, it started innocently enough. I just had a few ginger snaps at a holiday gathering, and then... ...I found myself seeking out the crunchy, spicy taste of ginger anywhere I could.
But it's not just the taste, my friend. It's the feeling of control, of rebellion against the mundane. The snap of the ginger, the crackle of the sugar, the crunch of the cookie...
But I digress. Let's talk about the relapse. The ones that keep happening.