This, your life, is some kind of Las Vegas. Colorful, miserable, full of surprises, misfortune and luck, a Vegas where you can play. Of course, you have to pay also.
Jack London is not right. Alcohol is both God and King, Beauty and the Beast, and everything that we cannot stand but without which we cannot live.
The feeling of Alcohol in the veins is beautiful.
Every evening between 7pm (earlier?) and midnight, the world closes its shutters and goes somewhere to get drunk.
The drunkenness of one person is a longish story with seven stages.
Alcohol is the freedom you cannot do without.