If you knew before you started the feast laid out before you that you would spend days recovering . . . that you'd be restricted to only the path between your bed and the ceramic tile of your bathroom floor, would you still indulge?
If you were guaranteed both the winnings and the lotto curse of losing more than you started with, would you buy the ticket?
If you could see clearly the crash ahead, would you continue to climb behind the race car's wheel?
This I know -- I would, I have.