From time to time I get that urge. Most of you with this curse already know what I’m talking about. My forehead starts to sweat, and my hands get shaky. Finally, I decide to give in. My fingers frantically punch a few numbers on my phone, and I begin speaking in hushed tones to the man on the other line. Then I wait for him to arrive at my doorstep. In the meantime, I pace around the living room and wonder what’s taking so long. He’s always late! Finally, the doorbell rings, and I hurry to him, hand him my money, and he gives me what I want. My feet glide up the stairs, and within minutes I’m staring at it. Guilt echos within me, but I don’t care. This is it. I’ve already come this far, so I might as well do it. And so… I open the pizza box and start eating.