52 Adventure Marathons In 40 Weeks

So buddy sayz to me, “ You wanna try some?” I’m thinking this isn’t a good conversation already. I need to distract, change the subject or retreat to my inner happy place. Looking at me, I feel he is onto my methods. Drat! I retreat. My thoughts focus. My only addiction is potato chips. The only requirement? Potatos and ummm, oh yeah seasoning, in an unopened bag, please. I will not buy off a street corner either. To risky. I can only have them every once in awhile and only one whole bag at...