It’s funny how one who used to be afraid of drinking now gets intoxicated for 5 nights a weeks! (Okay maybe only the past week.)
I recall the first time when I was offered a shot of Bombay and I was so frightened I backed out, requesting for only half a shot, alongside with salt and lemon. But that was just the beginning. And that first shot was damn shiok, thanks to ahtiong.
Since then, I’ve been to numerous sessions, got myself high (never drunk), puked occasionally and drown sorrows. Correction, drinking alone doesn’t drown sorrows, but having alcoholic fun with friends is what help me cut loose from those tiresome thoughts.
It’s also important to have friends who are sultry-looking, loves boys and grooves to the music.
Then sometimes if you’re lucky you’ll have a knight (albeit not in shiny armour) to take care of you in times of need (down days or being bullied).