They were all laughing, ‘it’s a good time’. Throwing back a swig and throwing out a laugh. Throwing back a swig from their can and tossing it to the floor. ‘It’s a good time we’re having. Can’t you see? Can’t you hear?’ They start this early in the night, they want a good time tonight. They’re aiming for a big one, like a jackpot. A jackpot they’ll never remember, but they’ll hit it hard alright. And while they’re dancing, and while they’re laughing, and while they’re swigging back gulps of brown and gold, the night is still night and day will keep on creeping forward. Yet they’ll still drown in their drink tonight, it saves them drowning in their fears for a night.