I had cleared the last hurdle, the final vestige of my own moral limitations. I had been gloriously, unabashedly, totally drunk and I no longer cared. They had caught me and dragged me back into the confines of their stunted world-view but only corporally; I would never again agree with their reasons for not drinking and now even their strictly enforced sobriety had fallen under the weight of my sheer will to drink. And it had fallen hard.
We would have to be a bit more cautious now, of course, but I would never not drink. My manifesto was clear:
1. God does not exist
2. His rules are void
3. The authorities that enforce that enforce that petty code are illegitimate
4. I will drink
