From a writer named Jess Walter there's this description, one of the finest I've ever read to describe what happened to me:
"But as a major CNS depressant liquor has its advantages. It struck my reptilian brain square on its diamond head. Booze - the ancient dimmer of fear and sorrow. The granny of all psychoactive meds, a blunt old hag toddling down out of the mountains with a demented smile and a club. World? She sneers. What world? And swings her cudgel at your skull."
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