You Can Drink a Lot, You Know?

He was a rough guy, and he was acab ahe spoke jual, which i could hardly understand. He'd spent a lot of time in prison. His wife had borderline personality disorder, and she committed suicide when i lived there. We got along pretty well, but every now and then he'd go out and get and drink. And what would happen? He'd be gone for like, three days, and he'd drink up all his money,. Then whe o, hear him out in the back yard howling at the moon with his little, ugly dog he had, you know....