This is another sad story about alcohol, love for pleasure and irresponsibility.
You’ve probably thought about me as about an old grump or some kind of bigot.
I am sure, a person lives for the sake of getting pleasure which is actually his direct task. One’s life can be full with pleasure if one can afford it. Not allowing oneself to have this charm leads only to dreaming about a pleasant life and not actually having it.
It could also happen, that a person has tried some kind of pleasure and thus has immediately forgotten about all of the other things. He is thus happy because he’s found something, that he has been looking for all of his life.
We should also be happy for this person because of his joy. However for some reason nobody among those people, who know about his happiness, is also joyful. And he alone remains on the crest of his wave, which carries him straight into the abyss.