After I had the honor of having my old man to the hospital after his nightly drinking binge, I realized how fortunate I am to be concieved and adopted by drunks. Thrity five years of Hell has finally taken it's toll on me. After nearly being killed during infancy and then being adopted by yet another drunk, I truely see how peachy my life is. I soully feel that I have been cursed since birth. Now, here I am as a full grown adult with an Ulcer or two, I get to watch my old man kill himself with booze and I am being forced to put up with it & wonder how much longer can I endure the emotional stress. Unfortunately, I do not have family near me to where I can just hop in my car and go across town, 97% of my real family is up north. However, I do ask my deceased mother, why did you allow me this life of Hell? For the past several years, as I lay in bed, listening to my mp3 player, I ask the "higher power", when do you plan on taking him away, I am Witnessing The Addiction and watching HIS demons dance in front of my eyes. One of these days........I will end up knocking him out of his misery myself. I HAVE NO RESPECT OR REGARD FOR A DRUNK......MAY THE OLD MAN WALLOW IN HIS OWN MISERY.