This was happiness: to blissfully drink and get plastered... and to drink yourself blind and deaf in the company of friends... without nagging comments... there were no limits any more... once you were downhill, all you could do was to hit the gas... a real man fears neither death nor a 3-day hang-over.
Ho kia feliĉo: povi drinki kaj ebrii. Povi inter amikoj drinki sin surda kaj blinda.