Sometimes, I’m truly awed at this wonderful thing we call alcohol. Awed at how, after all these years, it still has the power to make me happy. There are few "sure things" in life, but alcohol is definitely one of them. I can be pretty certain that if I start a night drinking alcohol it’s going to be cheer me up and make me happy.
I recall a period a few years ago where I was maniacally depressed over, what else, a girl. So I went to this party pretty intent on committing suicide in front of everyone there, and I happened to grab hold of a large Royal stag to summon up the courage. This was back before I was 21 and a certain amount of effort had to be put into accruing alcohol So I was coming off my third or fourth day of brain-swelling depression and I started downing the Royal stag. And a funny thing happened: I became happy. I started experiencing the zest for life that I thought had left me forever. Because of sweet, blessed alcohol. So I grabbed the guy next to me and shook him while screaming, "I’m happy, man! Do you understand?!? I’m happy again!" As a result of this epiphany I was able to get over this girl who’d broken my heart and have my heart broken by many other girls in years to come.
But I do think alcohol is the one thing that’s saved me from suicide several times. And all my greatest chick stories involve alcohol. Truth is, without blessed liquor, I’m a simpering fool when it comes to women (as are all men.) But fuel me up with some Jack Daniels unleaded and I’m a walking Lothario. When it comes down to it, romance is alcohol. In fact, one of my most treasured romantic memories stems back to a full bottle of Absolute vodka. And that’s what the devil liquid is about: Sharing. Nothing brings people together like alcohol.
And when liquor isn’t bringing out the tender sensitive side of me, it’s unveiling the next best thing: The psychotic and violent side! I’m pretty sure the property damage I’ve inflicted on the world under the influence of alcohol is well into the thousands of dollars, but hey, ‘itwas all in good fun. (I’m not going into specifics since some of those cases may still be open.) What’s even better than the physical damage I’ve caused with alcohol is the hurt feelings I’ve caused. More than once I reduced people to tears and blown at least a few good friendships. One of my favorite stories occurred when I was wandering around in Mumbai several New Years eves ago. The area was packed and my homies and I happened to pass this chick who was crying in the middle of the street, yelling something like, "Oh my god, I lost my gold watch. That was a present from Sam! It cost a thousand Rupees. So I did the only responsible thing you could do in that situation. I pointed my finger at her and said ,"Ha-ha." (Amrish puri style.) Her response was to grab me and shake me profusely, yelling something like, "Don’t laugh at me you bastard! No one laughs at me. Blah, blah." I was so drunk I could not defend myself and it took her friend to calm her down and spare me her wrath. That was a great night. Later that evening I smashed in a truck window and threw up on someone’s car.
So I’m actually quite surprised at the negative reputation alcohol has acquired. Sure it created the occasional trouble maker or drunk driver. But think of all the good it’s caused. All the lovers it’s brought together, all the music it has made tolerable all the poetry it’s made profound. That’s the great thing about alcohol: everybody enjoys it. No one calls for it’s repression the way they do drugs and cigarettes. Because, despite all the lives it’s destroyed, all the people it’s killed, no one wants to give it up. It truly is a great thing.
nice one.
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