The guy across the hall got tanked again yesterday. Except for the fire hazard he represents I honestly don't much care if he drinks or not; it's his life, after all, and alcohol is a difficult addiction to overcome. What bothers me about yesterday in particular though is that he was babysitting three young kids at the time. I find it hard to believe that their mother would leave them with him; she can't possibly be unaware of his problems. Maybe she didn't have a choice, I don't know. Regardless, something bad is going to happen in that apartment one of these days.
