It was a friday night, I was standing by the bar and this drunk guy starts talking.

He seemed crazy but I listened, his breath stinking of whisky and beers, but the words he said made sense.

It explained everything, the reason for life was revealed, philosophers had spent their whole life searching for the truth, for this moment.

Here I was in a bar being told the greatest secret in the world, the reason was beautiful.

However in the morning I forgot it, maybe that's how it is meant to be.


Sarah