50. Got Me
The next day The Other Ken did random drug screens and breathalyzers. To my amazement, Tara thanked him. She must have seen the expression on my face when I passed her in the hall. She shrugged, and said, “I’m for anything that keeps me honest. I don’t have much of a conscience.”
The next day The Other Ken did random drug screens and breathalyzers. To my amazement, Tara thanked him. She must have seen the expression on my face when I passed her in the hall. She shrugged, and said, “I’m for anything that keeps me honest. I don’t have much of a conscience.”
I liked to think I kept me honest, but I
had to wonder if fear of consequences didn’t help me walk the straight and
narrow.
Today I will be grateful for whatever keeps
me honest.
Writing My New Story © 2015 by Ken Montrose
(Just a
reminder: Writing My New Story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone you might know is
purely coincidental.)
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