Anger. Sadness. Happiness. Jealousy. All these things are intensified with a downing of the truth serum. I’ve found that I have shyed away from writing recently because writing is my alcohol. When something is in writing, it becomes real. It becomes more real and tangible than the thoughts and feelings that swim and sometimes fade and get lost in my head. In writing and in drinking the wall of tact and circumstance disappears and there is boldness that is expressed through the pen and word.