I think sloth wins. Otherwise I'd have more to show for my lust and gluttony.
I'm a gluttony and sloth man.
I would have checked both if I weren't too lazy.
I am, so I checked just gluttony.
Hmm, we have something in common. I once lived in a studio apartment, well, a cottage, in La Jolla, right by the Cove, also a primo place. Washed my laundry in the shower to avoid dragging it nine or ten blocks up hill and across town to a laundramat. Wonder if they have those there anymore....
Lived in a little studio built on to some middle-aged divorced woman's garage once. It was four blocks from a great outdoor brewery-restaurant with an enormous patio on the opposite side of the railroad tracks from the Seabright Beach, a great bonfire beach except that the rangers came and threw sand on all the fires around 10 or 11 at night. About ten blocks in another direction from a really good little grocery and cheap and great taqueria.
My preference with gluttony has always been to be crepuscular about it. Booze and lust around sunset, drugs and lust around sunrise.
With a regenerative siesta including a bit of all three.
Wait, how did lust get in there.
Oh okay then I'll take envy.
But it's only because everybody else showed up early and got all the good stuff leaving me with the crap stuff, as always.