It was quite a sight.
XABF, stumbling, can't even see straight, slurring his words, the silhouette of a half-pint whiskey bottle visible in his pocket, his shirt only buttoned halfway up because when he's drunk he tends to decide it's choking him and unbuttons them one at a time, with the front bottom of his shirt hanging out and the back of his shirt tucked into his underwear (so now it's showing - a lot), one hand holding up his pants (because even with a belt they never stayed on anymore), the other one randomly grasping at cars for support so he doesn't fall flat on his drunken behind.
That's the face of addiction.
That's why I can't be mad at him anymore.
Who could be mad at someone who looks that hopeless?
I hope he finds the courage to get the help he really needs.