WELL, THEN. I am all in favour of everything that is happening in this story.
I just don’t think it’s on my list of things to read, these days.
Ten or fifteen years back this manga would have been rolled up and used to snort itself into the middle of my brain, but now? It’s kind of a lot.
I’m old and boring, not young and wild.
I have so much nostalgia for those days, but all the boozing involved wasn’t exactly wise.
Second drink has been ingested. Engaging Jackass Mode. Prepare to chat with weirdos, shout at strangers and pointlessly lie to regulars at dive. Apparently gone with stranger to second location. Petting hairless rat. Prepare to awake upon bookshelf.
The music scene in The Cities dying may have saved my life
Edit: yes. I once woke up on a bookshelf.
Also under my bed.
I was drinking at home, alone.
(Jäger.)
I thought this was hilarious.
If I arrived at such an event back then, I’d have gotten ripshit pissed to get over social anxiety, and had one HELL of a story the next day.
“Followed hippie to second location” level.
The time I sobered up dehydrated on a slow, diesel night train across Hokkaido wasn’t funny. I was delirious, there was no potable water on, it, and it was 6 hours long.
The time I wet the bed after a GLASS of jäger wasn’t funny. Still kept drinking.
I only drove home drunk twice, which is an absolutely horrid thing to do. At least no one got hurt, thank Gd. I probably
should have been arrested. Doubt it would have been a wake up call, though.
So, my crazy days had a lot of good times in them, but at what cost?
GIRL
I WANNA TAKE YOU TO A GAY BAR
Well, this DOES look like a nuclear war.