Nazi...

An Irish party... May weather, slightly warm at 8 degree C... people drenched in lager and scotch... Things got to be better...

He was drunk... you can see that in his precise walk, as he came towards us... three packs of cigarettes in his hands... unshaven stubble... denim jeans, a coach jacket... and red eyes

“You... You are not in my team.. “
“no sir, I gate crashed... Congratulations for the league though”
“yeah... you like it when things go smooth... didn’t we kicked their butts ...you like it??.. where are you from ??”
“Not from a place where football can be the first passion …”
“French??… joking …”
“nope..”
“Turkish?”
“no..”
“ are you American... “
“certainly not...”
“What are you... a Nazi.."
“...not yet...”

Question hit… so did the answer. Often wondered how clearly you can think when you are drunk. You can think in many dimensions at the same time… you make every step as precise as you can …. You speak concisely… and you believe in the intelligence of the world. You also think long term … complexities of the world evolve in front of your eyes … pain melts and what lasts is just … lust …

The football team, some of my friends play for, has just won their last game in the Nth league … they will now play in the (N-1)th league next year. The coach was twice as euphoric … red eyes, unshaven stubble, three packs of cigarettes … and a precise walk.