Random Scrap:
After the beers, we proceeded to a Peruvian restaurant, where I continued to dispense my life stories over a plate of ceviche and a very inviting glass of pisco sour. We then moved onto another place, the Green Door, a cocktail bar to which my good friend Ben introduced me when our lives were still careless, and a mid-life crisis was just an abstract term. Ben had moved to Switzerland and has two kids, so I don't see him that often anymore. Nevertheless, I still remember all the good times we had spent together. I'm sure the time will come when we will party in Berlin again, ending the night at KitKat or another similar local establishment.
Because of the pandemic, the place was closed, so we found another bar nearby. There, we had two cocktails each (one of the cocktails had lettuce in it) and four (or maybe five) shots of vodka. Eventually, S announced that he had to depart to meet some other friend. I wasn’t overly pleased about it, but I had already accepted that this rollercoaster of excitement and disappointment was just an integral part of trying to become his friend.