My AH told me, while drinking of course and bragging one night about the amt of lying and hiding he'd done from me that if someone ever bought our house and redid the (treacherous) steps leading from the carriage house to our basement, they'd find thousands of beer cans that he'd chucked there (he kicked a hole in the stair base to create a spot to throw the beer cans). So, apparently the obscene number of cans I've found hidden throughout the years don't even begin to touch what he actually drank.
He tells me at his "height" (which presumably has ended?!) he was drinking 12-18 beers a night.
Gee, I wonder why it is I could never figure out why there wasn't more money left in the bank account at the end of each month.