A friend of mine asked me, "What is the roughest path you've had to walk on this year so far?" At first, it sounded like those drinking game questions, the ones that you don't care much about responding to correctly because nobody cares about the truth but the zeal with which you can chug several whiskey shots without flinching. However, I realized how real the situation was when I began to speak and noticed the shift in her demeanour. She immediately got rid of the jolly smile she had been wearing the entire evening, replaced it with a slight frown and fixed her eyes on mine, locking me in and holding me to the truth. My friend's name is Rachael. I have to mention her real name because she pledged she would find me and make me pay for it if I didn't. She is sweet and feisty and always walks around with extra shopping bags because there's no way she will be "caressing capitalism on the butt" and paying for carrier bags in stores whenever she deci...