White chocolate—white chocolate kicked my ass for a long time.  People would say, you know, hazelnuts, hazelnut creme, it's—it's all in that dang chocolate.  I used to make 64 thousand dollars you know.  By the end of the next year, all I had to my name was a torn blue blanket and two boxes of assorted Whitman's.  When I asked my company to start paying me in gift baskets, they said I could no longer continue working unless I agreed to seek help.