It was another relaxing weekend for me and the poster boy for mental illness. Saturday night is Bob's big night. Well, every night is big but Saturday is an especially big night for Mr. Spacely. I was woken up about 3 or 4 times when the beer baron started doing his hourly body slams against the floors and walls in the wee hours of the morning. It takes him about 10 minutes to rise from his chair, wade through the trash in his room to the door and eventually stagger into the bathroom.
Sunday he slept until 3pm, then sat on his ass spaced out the rest of the evening. At 11pm he started working on the 15 or so beers he has left. He's peeing and cracking open cans at 15 minute intervals right now. The body slams will begin around 2 or 3 this morning. He goes to work at nine.
Here's a government help site for nut-jobs:http://whatadifference.org/