Best: My Drunken Starcom

My drunken Starcom best wasn’t about alcohol as a catalyst for truth in an abstract sense; it was about the confluence of familiarity, anonymity, and willingness. Familiarity made us safe; anonymity—alcohol’s soft erasure of habitual restraint—made us honest; willingness—our choice to stay present with each other—made the honesty bearable. Together they created a fragile, shining thing: a few hours of amplified humanity that left us less alone.