I do not understand, at all, what people enjoy about going out “partying”. It stinks of shit, cigarette smoke, stale alcohol, urine, sweat and garbage, it’s fucking loud, as in so FUCKING loud that you’ll go deaf and you have to scream in each other’s ears to be heard, it’s expensive, a rip off, a con, and you’re supposed to get drunk, and if you don’t drink you’re a fucking loser. And obviously – OBVIOUSLY – I can’t fucking dance so that’s hopeless as well.
And then to ‘cap the night off’ there’s some sort of obligatory purchase of a street food item, usually a fried […]