I didn’t hook up with that girl from the bar. I could have though. Pour some alcohol on the intention and find yourself in that arena… There’s probably nothing wrong with a consensual one nighter, two adults catching a vibe, sure, been there done that.
There’s also no honor in the easy kill.
Even with a belly full of Jack Daniels, I know that I stay sharp, and I can think/talk myself in or out of any scenario I wish.
Which is probably the definition of a shady mother-fucker.
That’s a color that I grew tired of a long time ago