I have acquired alcohol before. Rare as it was, the occasional off guard moment would lend me a forgotten bottle of scotch or whiskey. Once I even found a bottle of vodka… in a glass bottle too! In all occasions, they were leftover from some adult gathering I was forbidden to attend. I had to drink fast and in short bursts to really feel the glorious thrill of a temporary ailment to this excruciating existence. If I quickly consume about 8 ounces of liquor in one shot, I will become intoxicated within 4 minutes, and have a brief period of extreme disorientation. Walls spinning, trailing vision, removal of hatred for life. This lasts for about half an hour before my vampire curse returns to the map and I am yet again perfectly sober and bursting with disappointment. I don’t get hangovers at all, ironic as it is since I am one of the only things on the planet that genuinely wouldn’t care if the joy of a drunken hour meant a week of terrible pain. It would be worth the consequence. The most I’ve got out of liquor is an hour or so of excellent drunk staggering, free of consequence. It would cost millions annually to keep me drunkenly sane… if only.
On a similar note, I have never done any hard drugs. I would if I could get them. I have often wondered what it would be like to experience a drug overdose and live to describe it. I imagine that a progressive increase in heroin doses would cause one to gradually feel more and more blissful until they forget to breathe and no longer care to try. But I fail to understand how that could be an enjoyable sensation. I bet the worst part would be waking up alive again. Definitely worth a try since I cannot be hurt by the experiment. It’s pretty safe to say that I have at least another 20 years to go before I am free to scour the streets in my hunt for both illegal narcotics and the societal scab willing to sell them to a kid. Somehow I doubt it will be difficult when the time comes.