The Mind DrugChapter 2
I got home at around nine-thirty; all I could think of was having a long soak in a hot bath. It was only now with the effects of the drug abated that the enormity of what I'd done came home to me. I sat in the hot soapy water and cried. I felt cheap and dirty like a crack whore who'd do anything for a fix. I eventually managed to pull myself together reasoning that what I had done so willingly was due to the effects of the drug. I was still the decent person I always was. I just had to make...