Originally Posted by donk.  Next time you see him, do the alcoholic a favor, and bring a bottle.
Derailing your post below:
When i was like 11 years old, my mom would deport me back to the motherland every summer, i stayed on a backyard farm with my moms friends.
The dad, liked to drink.
The mother, did not like that the dad liked to drink.
I had two whole months of doing nothing, a couple times a week i would run down to the corner store with like 20c that i would find on the ground to buy bubble gum or whatever.
Sometimes the dad would see me leaving, so he would "take out the trash" in the exact same time.
He would catch me just outside their complex door, or such and it would go like this: "hey HEY donk, wait up! i have an extra 60c for you, if you just bring me back a bottle, but be QUICK!, i only have a few minutes before the wife starts asking questions!"
So anyways i would run down with my extra 60c, super excited, get to the corner store, pick up a 2L bottle of beer, and some extra gum or candy for myself, then run back to the front of the gate where the dad was waiting for me. (Yes they will sell to beer kids in ukraine, they dont care, same goes for cigarette)
By the time i got to the gate, i was greeted with the biggest smile from the dad, eyes glossy, soul glowing, the best part was watching him CHUG the shit out of this 2L bottle within seconds, i looked up at him, like a god, chugging that shit as if it was his last meal.
Every. Time. |
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