Oh my. I was at a pub earlier and one of the regulars brought his daughter in with him. He’s a drunk like me, a “Functional Drunk”, like me. That means we can drink a lot and still look normal. We can keep our jobs and function well, until happy hour, and then we get pissed.
Anyway, my functional drunk friend came in with his 6 year old daughter, Hannah. Broke my heart. She pointed to her Dads beer bottle and said, “How many is that, Daddy? I don’t want you to get drunk again!”. He promised her no and then paid up and left.
I was left with bewilderment, and great regret, and longing. Longing for my own grandchildren…one of them being Hannah’s age.
Meanwhile, I’m getting blasted probably way more than Hannah’s Dad tonight. That’s not a good thing, but it’s where I’m at for now…*sigh*