Nearly lost control to alcohol, brain wanted to explode with thousands of thoughts need to be shared. But there was none to do so with in the group. From time to time I would leave the table to wander limply around the block finding someone to talk to. Stopped by an old man working as a cleaner, asked him briefly about life's meaning and stuffs. The old man just listened with a smile, in the end told me, "It's ok boy, just get back to your family." Such a wise man's words that were so sad and made my most sensible talk of that night. He left me right away with a leaking brain, feeling how bad it was to get back and drunk silently alone in a noisy little group. Too bad cos I didn't get a chance to ask the wise old man, "What if I don't have anybody to get back to?"