Beer buddies and how I feel about them

Pub pals, bar buddies, local lads, whatever u call them. They know your birthday, they celebrate your promotion, they hate that ex that tore your heart out, they clamor for pictures from your wedding, yet you have probably never seen the inside of their house. You, and they, share lives on social networks, peer at photos of things each other do, but you may never see each other in person more than once a year. IT DOES NOT MATTER, they are some of the best friends you have. Why? People are REAL when they are drunk. Friendships are forged in fire when alcohol is involved.  All that is bad, the latent racism, the religious intolerance, the sports rivalry, everything that might get in the way of FUCKINGHonesty, is a clear and present danger. Inhibitions do not exist. Anger  rears it ugly head and it is talked over, cleared up, and settled over a shot and a chaser. Peace comes from booze. Namaste, bitches!