A Drunk's Phantasm

Welcome to your first taste of reality's tumbles and stumbles in an unstoppable vacuum of puzzles. Everything is the exact same of course, but not for a drunk's concern. Any man or women can see what I mean. We are imprisoned in our self-conscious confinement until the warden gives us a drink or two or three or whatever drink depends to be free. Let go anything logical in exchange for the "feeling". Be careful not to crash into the negative threshold of another drunk or sobers' fence. It can possibly lead to much turmoil no matter whatever reason, because you must remember; there's no logic. You are seemed hilarious or dumb by spectators, but maybe not in your own view. This is due to the inhibition of the "feeling". Every touch feels vibration. Every smell feels foreign. Every taste feels ambrosial. Every hearing feels compelling. Every sight feels euphoric. This is why we escape the very grip of reality into paradise. A paradise that's located on a small island ten miles near abstemious country. Do you still feel it? Maybe one shot isn't enough for a newbie. Well at least I have your full attention now. After agreeing to these terms and understanding that we are not liable for any injuries, you need a twenty one and over green card to travel to the island. Maybe we'll let you in under some circumstances since you are underage. A simple bribe would suffice or... what the heck, why not? You're a cool person. Oh, and one last thing. Remain responsible while you have fun under the sun.