^ I feel uneasy around drunks, Dri, especially strangers. I see too much of the old me for comfort. I kind of understand occasional drinkers letting their hair down at special occasions, but the red-faced bar flies who get smashed multiple times a week, best avoided. Went to quite a nice music venue last night. I’m not musical in the slightest, but I was able to look at each band member (they were really good) and appreciate the 1000s of hours practice they’d put in individually and as a group. Meanwhile, I reckon 60% of the audience were too wasted to care.