MyDepressionList

About Alex's mood at the graduation party: Alex is sitting and staring at the wall. A security guard appears in the room. "Come on, take your flasks, they're empty anyway." "Well, damn it, I told you they were empty." In the security guard's room. The guard hands over the flasks and says: "Damn, you look terrible... Let me pour you a shot of vodka, you look like you're about to die." "Oh, sure, thanks." Alex is poured a shot of vodka, he's about to drink it all at once, but the guard, shocked by the youth's habit of drinking without snacks, offers some cheese. Alex downs the shot, has a bite, and leaves. "Damn," Alex thinks. "I need a whole bottle here, it's not fun at all." That's the story. I don't know what kind of boundless suffering was on my face, but if it made even the ultra-strict sobriety enforcer at the graduation party, who was confiscating empty flasks, feel sorry for me, it's something to think about. Added 3 minutes later. And by that time, I had already had some Becherovka, and a few hours before that, some Zubrowka from one of the flasks. I'm afraid to imagine what it would have been like if I had been completely sober.