DRUNK
The Drunkard
Hard liquor burning the throat — no choice but to get hammered.
Descripción de la personalidad
Why do you walk with a wobble? Why are you always riding high on emotion? Why do you see everything in double? Because what flows through your veins isn't blood — it's premium hard liquor! Oh, glorious spirits, every drop burning and boiling. Have you gotten used to pouring liquor into a thermos and chugging it like water? What magnificent booze! It makes you the life of the dinner table and a toilet-hugging philosopher confessing your life's regrets. It makes you feel like a nightlife poet, the eternal flame at the center of the universe — until 10 AM the next day, when your head feels like a cracked walnut, food debris hangs from your lips, and your soul is curled up in a corner. You finally understand: the loud, table-slapping orator from last night has officially become a drunkard.
