another nights out of sightnnanother drink what is he thinking?nnwe all need to get a grip but not him don't let him slipnnunmarked can in his hand, he opens it and doesn't understandnnit's on the floor, head over the toiletnnhe can't see anymorennall i need in this world is my good friend alcoholicnnhe says as hes pressing the buttons on his keyboardnnanother message left to make everyone laugh and tomorrow it all happens againnnnnsitting in his basement he drinks a pintnnnow it's timennoutraged and uncontrolled he goes out and gets some morennhe says that he doesn't have a drinking problemnnwhile he's drinking down his own 2-4nnhes passed out, he hit the floornnnnalways adding his 2 cents, but it's okay because it helpsnnalways drunk as a skunk in the basement by himselfnncloset alcoholic, 40 oz Jim beam then vomitnnaim for the toilet his head will be hurting in the morningnnhes on a drunken rampage smashing bottles in his waynni'll tell you don't get in his way todaynnhe brings out the drunk in younnhe'll tell you to, he's boozed and bruised