The Drunkard

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Why are you walking like the ground is moving? Why are your emotions permanently overclocked? Why does the world come with built-in double vision? Because what runs through your veins is not blood but premium baijiu. DRUNK is the hidden route where ethanol takes over the operating system and skips the ordinary trial altogether. Perhaps you have already reached the point of pouring liquor into a thermos and drinking it like water. Alcohol turns you into a banquet philosopher, a nightclub poet, a flaming sun at the center of the table. Then ten in the morning arrives, your head splits like a walnut, food crumbs cling to the corner of your mouth, and your soul retreats into a dark little corner. At last you understand that last night’s heroic orator has officially become a drunkard.