Epicurean

That little time bomb was less of a warning than clear evidence that my parents had set me up. More out of love and the goal of securing my possible success in life, Mom and Dad exposed me to the better things in life early to whet my pallete and develop a junkie-like desire for things like Abalone, Braised Halibut Cheeks, Burgundian Escargot and Squid's Ink Pasta. They were both heavy smokers, and the monkey they put on my back was a $100.00 per meal eating habit.

Having no experience or desire for home invasion or god-forbid ambulance chasing as an attorney (which I was schooled for) I settled on working in the television industry and making as much money as I possibly could as fast as I could to buy a lousy can of Foie Gras or sneak a few grams of Osetra caviar to quench that desire for the finer things or better to pat myself on the back for hard work deserving of a reward.

A cruel and shrewed way to raise a son, and the method I chose to raise my own two daughters as well :-)