Bill often got drunk, this night was the same as the others, holding a bottle in one hand as he struggled to sit upright, he paused - like he wasn't sure what he was about to say. "You know I--" Bill began, cutting himself off shortly after to think about his words. "..Shit! I can't remember what I was gonna say." He grumbled, leaning more forward onto his elbows. "You know they say that's the first sign of madness? Just forgettin' shit?" He said waving his beer bottle to gesture at nothing.