Drunkard Reasoning?

I once bought a beer. I drank this beer. I bought another and drank another. Then I was bought a beer, by a friend — this was nice of my friend as he very rarely buys a beer for anyone. I drank the beer. Follo­wed by another beer and another beer I left the public house and went home — a gut full of beer and pen­ni­less. I watched other drun­kards trip and fall and I laughed — I laughed at the stu­pid shit-faced nobo­dies that went out for a night of figh­ting and vomi­ting. I laughed as I watched them. I laughed as I com­pa­red them to Vol­taire and Goethe. I laughed at the mea­nin­gless exis­tence they have crea­ted for them­sel­ves. I laughed and trip­ped — my own drun­ken stu­por sen­ding me to the floor. What bit­ter Irony I thought as I pic­ked myself back up. When I got home I con­tem­pla­ted my exis­tence and con­se­quently fell asleep.