Addiction is a delicate balance.  And I am a terrible addict.  I have finally come to terms with this within myself, which I think is an important thing to realize.  My most potent addiction (Or rather the biggest I wish to discuss openly) is caffeine.  A common one, yes, but that shouldn’t suggest that it has any less significance.  It can be bastard at times.

Anyone who knows me well knows that I am partial, in my addiction, to the sporadically available Pepsi One.  A fine product if I do say so myself, containing multiple superiorities to any other manifestation of Pepsi (Living, dead or otherwise); However, this is a topic for another time.  Now we are discussing the quandaries of caffeine addiction (I almost said “Spice” addiction.  Too much Dune).

The most recent revelation for myself, concerning addiction, has come as a direct result of Pepsi One.  I have been addicted to more than one form of Pepsi for the better part of my teenage life and beyond, but due to the increasing unavailability of Pepsi One (Due in part to unpopularity and an infinitely ignorant society) the dilemma has brought it’s self to the fore front of my being.  I have at least 4 12-packs in my room at all times and I’m constantly thinking 4 more 12-packs ahead.  There has been a dry spell recently, however…  And it’s shook me to the bone.

A couple of weeks ago I stopped off at a local grocery store with the intent of purchasing an obscene amount of Pepsi One.  Macey’s, a grocery store which I frequent and have in turn grown to know.  To my horror I found that they no longer carried Pepsi One (The only conclusion I could come to considering I’m probably the only person who buys it at this particular store…  Or perhaps in the world?).  Outrageous!  In a mad panic I scrambled for the car and speed across the city to a different store.  There were some there but the ordeal still left me in somewhat of a panic.  And last night I went to the same store, finding they had only 2 liter bottles not cans.  2 liter bottles?  Come on!  I still bought them, though, finding myself upset that they only had four bottles.  I wanted to take advantage of the fantastic 10 for 10 deal.

Not everyone suffers anxiety like this.  Some people lead normal, healthy lives.  I watch them and wonder how they can do it.  I imagine not drinking a Pepsi for one day and my mind reels in alarm!  Perhaps one such person would like to comment? (You know who you are!)

Love and Madness,

D. Bradford

Welcome to "Love and Madness".  My name is D. Bradford and this is my first entry.  It is my hope that "Love and Madness" will prove a useful tool in my on-going mission to expose the "Love and Madness" in the world as we know it (Hense the title).

Lets face it...  Blogs are for losers, really.  Nothing more than a bunch of hateful jackasses wasting away their pathetic lives in front of a flickering screen.  But come on...  Be a jackass with me, won't you?

Love and Madness,
D. Bradford