There were people storytelling. Malidoma was telling a good story. My turn was coming up soon. Just before me, there was another man, but he was disabled, so his story was harder to tell, and so he started to do tricks instead. He took a ping pong ball and started to toss it around. There was a fan that would blow it back to him. The ball could be crunched in my teeth, but it was bad to eat. The ball was alchohol. Our society is filled with alchoholics because the pressure to perform is so high.