alcohol

"Oh, no," he said, including me in his 'we', "we don't drink....."

Yeah, right.

In this miserable, primitive, sick country, I wouldn't dare go to a bar and have a drink.

There is no drinkable beer. (Yuppie concoctions with pretentious labels and imaginary pedigrees don't count.) But oh yes, I do like alcohol--and real beer, not the piss water available here--and I do like getting drunk. It sure as hell beats reality. But there's no public transport to speak of.--Anyway, I hate to drink alone and I have no friends here. It just wouldn't make sense to drink---like every part of my life in this misery.