Yes. I'm a terrible Alcoholic. Possibly one of the worst of the face of God's green earth that's still breathing. I'm not proud of it--and I'm sure as hell
not ashamed of it. My step-dada kicked me out last night and my mom was balling her ******* eyes out.
I'm now living with my friend Jerome, his dad will
provide me free food and booze if I help him unload
his Truck 3 times a week. Should be intresting. His
dad's cool too, he's nothing like my "fake" dad.
There's absolutely no rules or reality here, and I hope you all can come.

But what happened to Mrs. W?

She left. And I have no idea why.

She did hit me once not long after she left. It was because I wanted to go to my favorite waterin' hole with my buddies. All I wanted to do was drink. I even invited her to come along; I loved her (and still do)
I didn't want to go to a strip club, I merely wanted to get ****faced with my buddies.

She was in the wrong W! Tell her I said so. Every guy should be allowed to go drinking with his buddies, whether at strip club or Starbucks.

Or Walmart

Or Check Point Charlie's