'Aha!'
The old man stumbled as he walked.
'I can't remember what happened three minutes ago, but I'm totally in my right mind.'
Walking straight was impossible after downing so many pints.
'That's what blacking out is, huh? Interesting! What's even more interesting is that I'm not annoyed by it one bit, hahaha!' The old man laughed. 'I'd usually be super mad by something like this. After this whole memory loss thing, I don't want anything affecting my mind! But if it's not a person messing with my mind but myself... It's not really myself though, it's the alcohol... In the first place, I hate it when my mind plays tricks on me... Hahaha! Who cares, who cares?'
The old man stretched his arms up high, and it felt great!
'Maaan, this thing is great!' He looked down, and noticed that his pint was empty.
The old man sighed.
'Why can't one be enough? So annoying that I always have to look for more. So annoying!'
