I miss the days when I used to drink so much that I lost my memory. No matter how late it is, 10:00, 11:00, 12:00, as long as a phone call is made, a few hooligans will get out without a word of nonsense, and everyone will head into bars, ktvs, and nightclubs—drinking until they cry, drink until they explode.
At that time, drinking and amnesia often happened, I only remember the last scene before the amnesia, and then I forgot everything that happened, such as how did I get home, why did I wake up in a completely unfamiliar environment, why did my pants In the microwave oven, where are the glasses, why are the nose bruised and swollen, and even more outrageous, who is this girl beside her? Why would there be a man sleeping naked next to him with blood on what little dick! ! ! (The last two are not me...)
Later, everyone got married, and their work became busier and busier. When they got together, they talked about the house, children, and health. No one dared to be as crazy as before.
But it's good, you just have to be crazy when you're young, and you won't regret it when you're old. These young masters who "did all evil" in those days are now the backbone of their work, good husbands and good fathers, but when they get together for a drink, when they talk about the absurd things of the past, they just smile knowingly.
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