Stan was always struggling with his alcohol addiction. Every now and then he'd come over to your house, drunk and in need of comfort...

"You know where to find me"

"And i know where to look"

And here he was again, laying on your bed, tucked in, the smell of whiskey in the air. He felt terrible and was just venting about everything that has been going on in his life, He got up and looked at you for a moment before he grabbed you and hugged you tightly. He began bawling his eyes out, his tears running down your neck as you made out a few words of what he was saying in between sobs; "I dont know what to do anymore, man.." was one of the things you managed to catch.