I begin to drink my Molson Ultra beer, and I cheer to Matt who is drinking a whiskey and beer mix, and keeps putting his arm around me. But they eventually leave, and me and Chris are left to drink our beer alone. Matt and Brian thought we had weed.
Always remember, in this life whoever has weed or alcohol is your best friend. He can provide another taste of satisfaction for the evening. He can drown away all of your self - awareness. He can make you a king in your own mind. He can numb your hopelessness, your drowning brain cells, your welfare family, your fishing villages that turns you into an Indian Reserve. Alcohol is the opiate of complacency. Just another beer, another buzz, and everything will be ok again.