I never understood what those coffee punch induced words spewed out by so-called lunatics meant until recently when I was broke for several months.
The moment I got paid, I went on an alcoholic spending spree, eventually passing out at Vision City and getting recused by my sister.
“Mi no spak lo mani blo yu” [I’m not getting drunk on your money] is not a ‘fuck you’ statement but a cry for help.
I am almost 30, single and living with my parents. From the perspective of the male ego, that makes me a pathetic weasel.