It was somewhere in the year 2006-2007. My friend and I decided to celebrate a celebration and took it on our chest. Then the drunk went out on the street, took another and a half jean tonic, we stood at the stop drinking, we wandered, we talked loudly. We were already in the woods when a policeman came to us. From there, mentions came out and approached my friend.

Why are you drinking in public? Why be drunk in public? Go with us.

They load him into the car. There was one question in my drunken head:

What chlorine, and what about me?

Running after the menta with this question would be the tip of nonsense, as the outcome was obvious. But since then, every time I recall this story, I have been tormented by the question: What about me?

P.S. A friend was released with a protocol and a fine