Mercy in MonstersThere is nothing humorous about a man slogging his way out of sight and mind. To see the cruel output of intoxication is humiliating and depressing, like watching a being of flesh and bones absorb the liquid he is drinking into his body until he assimilates into a liquid himself. And a liquid he may as well be, the way he staggers and gurgles incoherently as he pours another glass of the fermented atrocity into his glass and onto his pants.Mercy in Monsters2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jager didn’t mind a good buzz every so often. In fact, he loved it, just like anyone else would. The drinks are tasty and refreshing and for a while, you feel happy. Simply happy. You feel like you could just melt into the floor along with the warmness in your belly.
Just like everything else, though, there are moderations. There are breaking points. Human intelligence is advanced because it can resist the instinct of the body. Natural law insists that our bodies indulge in such a lovely substance until we make ourselves sick. This man was no