One word is enough for doubts
One sentence is enough for anger
One event drowns you in sorrow
One tale breaks you

Oh this depressing hangover weights heavily down on my mind. Another round please.

The bitter-sweet taste beckons, my mind wanders.

What if?

Damn. Just buy me another round. For its the moment that matters, which can be relished and remembered forever. Feeding off memories will not satisfy one as much as being in the act. Thats why people drink, despite the

depressing hangovers.

That is why I drink, that is why I get drunk, that is why I must go back for more
All I need is that minutes of
Euphoria