Wut, and not share the truth we found in the wine? Where’s the fun in that?
On a slightly related question, how are we going to stay grounded if we’re no longer waking up on some mornings, devastatingly embarrassed to see the ravage we created the night before? Seems to me a semi regular forced eating of humble pie is just the thing people need these days; a great way to fight off self-righteousness.
That said, some of my best received pieces were written under the influence.