Party Animal

Why do you walk staggeringly? Why are you always emotionally hyped? Why do you see double? Because what's flowing through your veins isn't blood — it's delicious Wuliangye! It's National Cellar 1573! It's Jiangxiaobai! It's Shaanxi Wuliangye! Oh, delicious baijiu, every drop burning, boiling. Have you gotten used to pouring baijiu into a thermos and gulping it like water? What magnificent baijiu! It lets you chat happily at dining tables, hug toilets in bathrooms to confess your life; it makes you feel like the nightclub poet, like the undying fire at the center of the universe — until 10 AM the next day, when your head feels like a cracked walnut, food residue hanging from your mouth, soul huddled in the corner. You finally understand: last night's loud-talking, table-slapping person has become an alcoholic.