Coming home from work, and cracking open a nice cold beer, or whisky, or bottle of wine, was like slipping of an overcoat, not to be thought of again until the next morning. Everything about the day, good, bad, ugly, quickly drowned out and lost within a few sips. And then the reward, the warm rush, and feeling of tranquility.
Why not!?!
It beat reality. Until the next day, when reality no longer existed. Clarity, lost.