My father was a drunk a man who makes your dad look like a saint.

Unlike a drunk white man, though, it was in full and complete control.

Once, long ago, I sat next to a fairly drunk man who had some kind of national security job.

Two very drunk men were fighting over the only girl there.

In order to pay it, he takes come money from a drunk man's house.

Just like trying to explain something complex to a drunk man.

As the two women led him down the hallway, he had to watch his step the way a drunk man does.

"I'm going to sleep in the same room with a drunk man!"

Not much sense came through, but the men, drunk though they were, reacted.

I met the security guard who had sent me to the crying drunk man the other night.