Out catching up with a good buddy.
We were talking about how drunk he was during one of the nights many years ago, and we both wondered why he was so upset that night till the extent he had to beat himself. I even slapped him so that he won’t hurt himself even more.
We looked at each other wide eyed, puzzled and couldn’t recall why.
Moral of the story: time heals and make one forgets.
What a great Saturday!