For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: altered states of mind.
For the wellbeing of your soul sometimes depends on getting good and toasted with your neighbor every now and then.
That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people and cultures together.
Nothing bonds the chronicles of two hearts like a good shared drunk.
Put on your drinking cap, and be merry.
“May we grow old, but never grow up.”