Full moon has a way of obscuring my sanity.  In LB Square field, we celebrate our impending doom. Exam was hell and waiting for the upshot is sheer agony. Live band, open field, booze, men...sighhh. No prescribed capsules could surpass this balm that we call living! Thursday is a good day to let my hair down. I relish the smell of cigarette and puff to my heart's content, the doctor's advice became a distant murmur. Several shots of a weird sounding brandy "Sisa" flooded my senses and kept my mind adrift. I nearly spit on our Dean for being such a stolid bore, good thing he left early and foot the bill. Finally, I had the audacity to talk sleazy with my long time crush! The lure of alcohol is so intoxicating and my numb senses kept my uptight nerves at bay. Caution was thrown out of the wind as the universe rejoiced with me till dawn...  

Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, 'It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than to be selfish and worry about my liver.'
--Jack Handey