Pick Your Vice

As he stumbled back home reflecting on the evening, or at least trying to. He still couldn't forget that glance she gave. That look! The one that lured him into an evening of degeneracy, the one that captivated his desires, the one that made his heart pound, the one that he couldn't remember... Why couldn't he remember? Why was it always just on the tip of his tongue.. Because, he had one too many vices