This was happiness: to blissfully drink and get plastered... and to drink yourself blind and deaf in the company of friends... without nagging comments... there were no limits any more... once you were downhill, all you could do was to hit the gas... a real man fears neither death nor a 3-day hang-over.
Questa era la felicita': bere beatamente e ubriacarsi in compagnia dei propri amici fino ad essere ciechi e sordi senza commenti assillanti non c'erano piu' limiti una volta che eri sulla discesa, potevi solo dare gas un vero uomo non teme ne' la morte ne' una sbronza di tre giorni.