The nightlife industry will not save you. Your friends may not save you (they are busy blacking out too). You have to save yourself.
Raka looked at the mess of empty bottles, the silence of the apartment, and the bruise forming on his temple from the fall. He had reached the peak of the lifestyle, the absolute limit of the "entertainment" he craved. pulang dugem langsung ngewe sampe hilang kesadaran fixed
Clubs love the blackout crowd. They don't talk. They don't complain about drink prices. They just keep ordering until the lights come on. The "fixed" lifestyle is profitable. Nobody is going to tap you on the shoulder and say, "Hey, maybe losing your memory every week is bad." The bouncer just puts you in the taxi. The nightlife industry will not save you