When I was a boy living on Lincoln Street (which is no longer there) in Brighton, Massachusetts, that was during the 1920's, I wanted to be a drunk when I grew up.
Why is that?
Because the drunks that I saw on the streets and sleeping in the hallways of the "Three Castles" (our apartment complex) . . . those drunks were always happy! replied Peter Bilezikian, a man who had survived the Armenian Genocide.