Hobby.

I began a rock garden. Late at night I would venture out of my home and begin to replant the rocks into their new home-the soft soil around my house. So caught up was I that I fell victim to a well known side effect of rock gardening. Alcoholism. Late at night I’d come home trashed and covered in dirt. My wife soon caught on. She accused me of cheating on her and moved out. There I was alone.  Alone with my rocks and I couldn’t put the bottle down. In a drunken stupor I lost control and began planting everything I could find. My blender didn’t grow much but looked nice next to my porch.