There will always be those that escape from the world thru the mist of stupor, see Hogarth series of gin induced pleasure? it affects all classes from the penniless to the rich and famous and talented, why, for a few moments of bliss they pay with days of pain and many times they pay with a rotting liver, but why worry, that be tomorrow, and tomorrow be always tomorrow. A few will learn either from the morning after effects or from seeing themselves in pics making a idiots of themselves or having to find the missing under clothes or bootie before going home to face the fire works. I like the new name for wagon that collects the "out of it" bodies Back in days of pony and trap, the local Inn keeper would pour his inebriated regular into the trap, move the reins to the move position and then the pony would take home the sleeping penniless blissful owner to his barn, all seven miles, hill and dale across railway crossings that be opened at the behest of the signalman whom knew the situation of the local person of interest. The Local Bobby would wave him on, he did not have a pen for local imbibers.