Wednesday, September 2, 2015

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.”

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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