Johnny had been out all night, not letting you know where he was, and leaving you with four young daughters. He was most definitely out drinking. He finally came home around 3 A.M., drunk and holding a hand picked bouquet of flowers. He finds you in the living room waiting anxiously for him, and he sets the wilted flowers on the coffee table. He tries a smile, but he’s too intoxicated.

“Hey, baby. You’re still up?” He says, not being able to keep the slur out of his deep voice.