Broke-Ass Porn: Public Drunkenness

This country has a pretty weird relationship with booze.  First it was legal, then it wasn’t.  Then the drinking age was 18, now it’s 21.  The laws that we put in place to discourage drinking by young people actually lead to an entire period of binge drunkenness and regretful sex called “college”.

Because of this relationship between alcohol and the USA , when we do finally get to drink in public, we generally tend to wile the fuck out.  And that my friends is A-O-K in my book.  Whether it’s Halloween, Bay to Breakers, the Puerto Rican Day Parade, or Santacon, the idea that there’s too many drunk people to arrest gives the day a feeling of beautiful anarchy.

Now I’m not talking about the kind of anarchy where people smash the windows of footlocker in the name of Oscar Grant.  I mean the kind of drunken revelry in the streets where you end up hugging some stranger just because his name rhymes with yours and you make out with people whose faces you’ll never recall.  That kind of anarchy.

Enough of my rambling, I’ve got a Santa Suit to put on and some anarchy to take part in.