Came home last night to the usual drunk Nabal. He was very concerned that the drunk (or drinking, half an empty bottle of tequila was there open) Pablito was missing. The living room sofa had a blanket laid out. "Why are you so concerned, he's a grown man?"
Nabal, "Because he's bipolar and shouldn't drink."
What?! Nabal is the one who urged him to stop his meds for alcoholic psychosis (not bipolar disorder) and drink with him.
Well damn! He was coming in when I got home... Oh yes he was driving drunk. (funny, the cops sit right beside our house keeping tabs on the drug dealers down the street, yet miss the drunk driving right past them...every night!) Both kids were out. It was late. Really you trust him when your kids could possibly come in and be there alone with him? Yet so concerned with his whereabouts?
The guy up the street at the last step in his sobriety, the one that now drinks with Nabal. Got beat up this past weekend for trying to rip crack off a dealer living half a block away... The man has nerve damage and can hardly make it. Oh, he was drunk. I've decided Nabal, friendship with Nabal is a gateway drug!
