Nagabuchi Yozo
If you made it to work but you’re hungover
Baseball player | 4 May 1942 –
Whenever someone asks me why I drink, it always makes me flinch.
“Because it feels good,” I answer them. But if you picture a man who’s drank himself to an unconscious state, breathing heavily with an anguished look on his face, while the man himself might be feeling good it sure is a pretty repulsive sight to anyone else.
Sure, it’d be all good if you could just stop right before you reach that “dead drunk” stage. But unfortunately, it’s difficult to recognize when you’re about to cross that line you’re not supposed to cross.
Here’s something that someone told me right around the time I first entered the workforce. “Even if you get hammered when you’re young, you’ll get the hang of it eventually. You’ll gradually learn to drink more responsibly. So drink away and don’t worry about it.”
So I took their word for it. I’ve simply kept drinking, “not worrying about it” while devotedly and haphazardly continuing to drink myself to states of drunken stupor, and pretty soon I will be past the age of forty.
But the thing is that even when you do drink yourself to oblivion, morning still comes.