You know... (ok! you don't know... do you know I'm drunk by any chance?) But.. back to the point.. back when I started to booze.. hehe.. I used to throw up with a little less than half a bottle of beer.. yep! laugh all you want, I don't care.. anyway, so, back then (I used to mix sprite with beer you know, but I digress). My friends used to tell me to eat when drinking.. what a bad habit.. And I find out only now with all the detailed can by can explanation from Monsieur de Coors and Miller and who not.. they tell me that a taste of a beer is in its taste only.. not in the food you eat.. infact I was having this really really spicy hot mutton with this beer and it was spoiling it totally for the mutton as well as the beer..

What you need to.. you need to drink the beer seperately - for like 3 cans in a row - and then eat.. that way, everything is fine.. ofcourse, if you are starting up (like how I was back then.. in the first para) then you throw up, obviously, and then you eat!

Anyway, so, after a long time, I get back to the Catcher in the Rye - if only for a few pages. ("The goddam movies! I hate 'em"!) And what a completely different way of looking at it when I was reading it now. I don't know what the heck my brain was thinking about how it was written, how Salinger should have felt writing it et al, rather than enjoying / experiencing it with Holden. What crazy thoughts! What a waste of an awesome work of art. (Art? Now thats a big fart!)

Anyway, did I tell you about this one person I know, who's irritable and get's all cranky when he's not drunk (No, not my wife! No, not all the girls in the world), but once he's drunk or atleast when that first sip gets in, he becomes the nicest person you'd know.. so much so, he jokes around with his wife... (and life?)

And did I tell you about this one person my wife told me about.. who drinks and has beat his newly married (awesome looking) wife even within the first 5 months already? Back in college, I used to joke around with my friends about how this/that hot looking, pious, holier-than-thou girl, who never cast so much as a look for all your troubles with trying to get her attention, in that first bench of the class, would finally end up with a drunkard as a husband - 'cos that's life and its balance!

Sad, that when it actually happens, you're feel sad as well.

Still, I'm sad as Boney M would say.