Alonzo's Addiction

This is week 55 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. I thought these words were very difficult but once I got started I had kind of a good time with them. Still, I think I need to come up with a new system... or maybe therapy for my muse who seems to go a bit nuts when she spews out the new words every week. Anyway, looking forward to reading every one's offerings.
The words for this week's ten word challenge were: humanity, shadow, ricochet, wrong, pluralism, mathematics, person-hood, printing press, ink spot, choral society Mini Challenge: kingdom, take names, best seller, three times, inner demons




Alonzo woke up late that day after an overdose on chocolate the night before. He swore beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never eat the whole box of chocolates again. His head was aching. He felt shooting pains ricochet through all the wrong parts of his body. He questioned his own humanity and why he continued to engage in self-destructive behavior.

"Why, oh why do I do this to myself when I know I'll feel like my head is being crushed by a very large printing press. I see whirling ink spots in front of my eyes. Oh, my very person-hood is being tested."

Alonzo thought back over the repeated times he had had a chocolate hangover. He prided himself on being open minded, even obsessively pluralistic. He never chided his friends who were alcoholics or drug addicts. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Right?" As he did his mathematics to figure out this problem, the number of chocolate hangovers grew to unfathomable statistics. He knew he had to do something to put an end to his insane behavior. He wondered what in the world could produce the same effects of euphoria as chocolate.

He had seen a notice of a meeting of Chocolates Anonymous in the Sunday paper. He called his friend Willie Y. who suffered from the exact same affliction. Willie Y. agreed to meet him at St. Mark's Episcopal Church on Friday night at 8:00 p.m. The ladies of the Choral Society were meeting at the same place same time. As Alonzo walked past the group of lovely ladies singing their hearts out for God, he stopped dead in his tracks. Up in the choir loft in the very last row, he spotted a gorgeous yellow pussy cat with a tale nearly as grand as his. His eyes popped as he saw what she held in her hands. Instead of the bright red hymnal, she held a very large box of his very most favorite chocolates. It was love at first sight.

Alonzo coyly slipped into the choir loft and wooed the young yellow pussy cat into the stairwell.
After feeding each other chocolates until their bellies were full and the box empty, they left to go get a cup of coffee. Alonzo heard someone call his name. He turned around and there was Willie Y. with his hands on his hips. "What happened to you man?" Willie Y. asked.

"Well......(he hemmed and hawed)...I went around the block three times trying to find this damn church, and, uh, I came upon a grand Kingdom Hall where they were taking names and checking 'em twice, they were even giving out extra points if you had seen the best seller Chocolate."

Willie Y. just shook his head and walked away. He knew that Alonzo's inner demons had gotten the best of him. Who can resist a yellow pussy cat with a box of chocolates? Meowwww!