Originally posted by roliath
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Had an old technician that used to drink rotgut vodka by the fifth. After a few DWIs he moved into a duplex close to our shop. That way he could ride a bicycle to work because he couldn't afford the mandated breathalyzer setup for his pickup.
One day I had the joy of picking him up at his house due to some shitty weather. He could barely open the door wide enough to get his skinny ass out. The floor was a mix of Budweiser bottles, cans and vodka bottles. And the smell emanating from the entrance would knock you down.
After he died, his family went to clean the house out. They said the bottles were waist high in some places and most of the bottles on the ground were full of piss because he was too lazy to get up to use the commode. All there was, was a path from the door to the recliner to the fridge. They figured he was just passing out/sleeping in the recliner because the bedroom entrance was blocked off completely.
Made me feel much better about my apartment being a little dirty.
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