The bottle was maybe seven-eighths full when he sat down.
The first couple of shots were just to calm his shaky nerves.
It had been a hell of a day, after all, and he deserved to be able to relax, didn’t
he?
Taking the next couple of shots so soon after the first two,
that probably wasn’t good, all things considered, but he still felt the need to
calm down, and he was safely at home, alone, so why not?
The reason why he should not did eventually hit him, but by
then, the bottle of morphine was practically empty.
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