i had an american-irish girlfriend with an alkie dad.
the guy held a job for a bazillion years, raised 6 or 7 kids, paid off his house, but every evening he would come home, turn on tv sports, and start drinking-- then he would turn mean.
that's the thing with the fucker, he was quiet, but a mean son of a bitch after a few beers.
he was an alkie alright. he didn't need a drink to start the day, but he definitely needed it to finish-- and he had a pink fucking face too.
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