"[Sugar, Mr. Poon?] is like crack... you know it's bad for you,
you know it's ruining your life, and heck - you don't even really like the
way you feel afterwards most of the time... but you just keep coming
back." --JB
What is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon, with the birds singing and the wind rustling through the leaves, that makes you want to get drunk? And after you're real drunk, maybe go down to the public park and stagger around and ask people for money, and then lie down and go to sleep.
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