"I used to know a really cool guy named Robert Fields. He was a pagan truck driver. Well, I say 'pagan'- more specifically he was a practicing Sumerian. He was soft-spoken and calm, but I always had that feeling that things could go 'nuclear' at any moment the way you feel around unhinged people. Some of his National Guard stories were CRAZY. Anyway, he used to visit me at work and one day he strolled in with a bag of chocolate turtles from the nearby 'Mo's Nuthouse'. He told me he had a strict physical and dietary discipline, but once-and only once- a year he 'allowed' himself one small gluttonous indulgence in the form of sweets."