There's three times I guess you could say I've been drunk. The first time, I was on a walk and thought it a good idea to drink some mead instead of coconut water halfway through, under the impression it wasn't alcoholic yet. It was, extremely. So I had a visionary experience, walking along the Yarra. On the way, before I was drunk, that is. On the way back I just felt like shit. Then I fainted in the bathroom, and was severely ill for a few weeks, which is how I can conclude I was drunk. The second time, the uncle of a friend died, so I thought it was polite to drink with her while she was showing me videos of him her family was sending her from her hometown in Tainan, and trying not to cry in front of me (she failed). So videos of a dead dude, on that occasion. I didn't faint that time, but was sick for at least a week afterwards, which is also how I can conclude I was drunk. I played a lot of Forza Horizon 4 while recovering. The third time, the friend of a friend in my mushroom post told me he had six months to live after his cancer treatment had failed, and that he couldn't work out how to tell anyone else (true to form, when we bumped into our mutual friend, he told her without difficulty ). Neither of us could walk straight, but on the bright side, I barely felt sick the next day. So maybe I wasn't even drunk, after all.

In any case, I guess dead or dying people is my light entertainment of choice when I'm drunk.