I’m buying another book by the same author a couple of days after I bought the first one. As I get ready to pay, I let the bookstore clerk know. “I think I’m becoming addicted,” I tell him. “But I have to be careful. Too much of a good thing is never a good thing. Like Alfredo Sauce. There was a time when I was addicted to Alfredo Sauce and now I hate it.” He looks at me and says: “That was me and Chardonnay in the 90s. I drank too much of it. Now just the thought of it makes me gag.” When I left the bookstore, I started thinking about how peculiar this conversation was: two perfect strangers talking about their addictions.