Drinking Aftershave: A Confession

Beware the Internet's power to make old addictions positively deadly

Hardly anyone goes by his real name. You make one up: DarkKnight. SuperQueen. KillerMate. It is the anonymity, the silence that is so seductive. You enter the club, specify the kind of action you want, and wait. It never takes long. Within seconds, someone appears who meets your requirements for speed and experience. In a flash you are alone, just the two of you, following each other's every move.

It's so satisfying it should be illegal. It's the Internet Chess Club.

I have been on only a week, and I am hooked. You log on and post how fast you want...

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