My Religion

Sunday, January 4, 2009

was beer. I wasn't an alcoholic but I love beer. I didn't drink to drown my misery or even to get drunk. I drank almost everyday as there will be people drinking everyday. People tend to wonder how I can fit so much beer into my pint-size frame. I used to get teased by strangers asking if I needed to share the pint I just bought. Maybe they didn't know that I can pee.

Irish Piper was one of my drinking and rollie-smoking buddies and one of my closest friends in London. We talked about everything, we burped and we farted.

Due to my strict rules about drinking to maintain its meaning and fun, one fine evening, I made it my religion. To point is not to turn alcoholic.

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