 That was me. I would get drunk, sit in my office, read Edgar Allan Poe, and put cigarettes out on myself. I would just go to the scary place, but it would never be like a violent thing. And I stopped imbibing a lot. I'll do it on a special occasion, like the Christmas party and stuff, and just be responsible, have a DD, all this. But most of the time when I was drinking excess, I would wake up the next morning, and it wouldn't be like crazy. I didn't do anything nuts the night before. I had like five, six beers. And I would just feel guilty.