There’s an old school of thought that when people get drunk, they say things they don’t mean. Many a wife has awakened to her husband saying “I’m sorry about what I said last night.” The wife responds, “It’s OK. I know you didn’t mean it.”

I’ve learned that such forgiveness is unwarranted. The fact is that he DID mean it. Every word of it.

You see, alcohol reduces our inhibitions. It affects that portion of our brain that tells us when something is better left unsaid. It clouds our judgment. It actually lets us say what is truly on our minds, without thoughts of the consequences of having said it.

Truth be known, when you’re under the influence you will say and do whatever it is in your mind and heart to say and/or do.

Alcohol just may be the perfect trutth serum.

Right now, I’m in trouble with my brother, and he’s in trouble with me. I’m in trouble with his wife, and she’s in trouble with him and me. She’s in trouble with him. We’re all in trouble with one another. Why?

We had a few beers and Jaegermeisters and we all said what we meant.

Even though most of it was better left unsaid.

For now.