Xenomania Bringing Mania to your mind!

When you are a student, you are on a limited budget.  When you are on a limited budget, that does not mean you cannot have fun.  I do not like beer, for two reasons: 1. I get bloated beyond comfort before I feel the slightest buzz and 2. it costs more to get more bottles to get drunk.  I used to get a bottle of gin at the nearby shop for twenty pence and a small carton of chocolate milk for ten pence to chase it with.  Most people would tease me about getting the sh*ts in the morning but no, I did not get it.  In theory, I think it actually helped with the acidity in my tummy.  It did not even occur to me that the mix is reminiscent of the mudshake.

I used to go on a solo flight with my gin and chocolate milk.  My mates used to stay away from the duo until one of them decided to try it on his own, one lazy Sunday afternoon.  The following day he came to school with a big grin on his face, blubbering about how my drink gave him the time of his life.  Then the following began.  We all had classes from nine in the morning until midday.  After that we are all off to our tattoo artist friend’s shop, armed to the teeth with booze and milk.  Sometimes we would pour the gin into an empty bottle of water to disguise it from local cops who had nothing better to do except harass us young ones into paying them off to leave us alone.  We tried to discourage our friend’s clients for taking part in our drinking session so they can get the work done within the hour.  Being an artist is hard work paired with pain, and wearing art is more painful than making them.  We just try to put the customer at ease and clown around without actually offering him booze.  That was the beginning of the gin and chocolate milk legacy.