I used to work with an old hippie who was a bad alcoholic. He was to the point that on Monday's he'd be so sick, and in such pain, he barely made it through the day.
Our whole crew rented rooms for New Year's one year-Lynn included. He took the long holiday weekend off, and proceeded to drink himself into bed on the 30th. He showed for the festivites, but never made it out of the motel room, he was in such pain. His liver was in the process of shutting down on him. The party was all you can drink, and it must have been killing him to be up there in the motel room while we were downstairs hooping it up.
