Dear drunk friend,
You talk to me, saying that you’re already infected by that alcohol spirit. You say sorry often for being like that and for things that you might say. And yet I see nothing wrong with you. I don’t know if it’s just me. I also don’t know if it’s just you. But one thing I’m sure of is this: I can talk and listen to you on whatever state you’re at. And I’m glad to know that, too.
your true friend