carouser

A chronic gambler and carouser, he’s also a closeted gay man who feels most at home in war zones far from Colombo’s urban bubble.

That’s because there are signs that the spring break carousers simply brought their infections and their consequences home with them.

In “Why I Write?,” a motley crew of carousers play drunken pranks and tell each other wild stories.

Those humble replicas of the revelry of former times served to show Aureliano Segundo himself how much his spirits had declined and to what a degree his skill as a masterful carouser had dried up.

But then you go to Biarritz, and join the throng of tourists on the ancient esplanade, and dodge carousers playing drinking games that involve wearing floaties around their waists.