The first one never went down easy. There was always the problem of
consciousness, of guilt, that I never quite could shake. I knew I shouldn't
do it, something in me told me it wasn't healthy. A friend at the bar said
it--that feeling--was just a societal more that I had internalized and given
the name conscience.
It's surprising to me how deep people can get with the drug running
through their veins. Then again, it could just be their minds getting
shallower. Machiavellians wouldn't care. As long as the result is the same,
what does it matter if you're drunk or not? I felt guilty on the first shot,
every night, but that was an easy emotion to drown away.
Categories: Gay Characters: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 2008 Read: 717
Published: 12/09/11 Updated: 10/04/12