Washout

I hated when Scott drank. He didn't drink because he enjoyed the taste; he drank to get belligerently drunk. He would come home and I would wake up to find him passed out on the kitchen table. Once I didn't bother to check on him when he came home, and when I got up the next morning he was completely naked asleep halfway up the stairs. I was just lucky he never chocked on his own vomit with all that drinking. A lot of greats went out that way. I think Scot has a problem, but like with most drunks he doesn't see it. He just thinks it’s all in good fun. All in good fun until you 'accidentally’ hook up with someone.