When the asshole who took advantage of us was living here I noticed one thing about him- he was a drinker. He started drinking at 11:00 am (when he woke up) and did not stop drinking all day. And it was bad. He would hide his drinking from us by saying, “Oh, need water” and three to four trips later, our Tanqueray would magically begin to disappear.
At one point, I really wanted to scream, “Dude, you are a f—g drunk.” But, after knowing so many who ended up in drug treatment programs, I remembered that being told that you have a problem is not the same as being SMACKED in the face with reality.
So, we kicked his arse to the curb.
Maybe that’s what he needed.
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