Life on the rocks essays

Life on the rocks essays Yah, Ill have a vodka on the rocks, Who does she think she is, she cant survive without me, what the *censored*s the big deal anyway so I have a few drinks every night. Oh, well its her tough luck, Im not going to stop coming here after work with my buddies every night so I can spend more quality time with her and Alex. How old is he anyway, thirteen, fourteen, I should be bringing him here with me for goodness sake. If she wants to kick me out well fine! An ugly bitch like her wont find anyone knew anyway. Harry over here is a drunken bastard, Vanessa should see him each night rolling around in his own puke, but does his wife say anything? No, she wouldnt dare. Were men, its our choice and if we want to have just a little fun at night we should be bloody well able to. If our wives dont like it they should just keep their mouth shut. But no Vanessa prefers to ramble on each night about some bull*censored* that Alex is afraid of me. Im just trying to toughen him up like my father did for me and then she brings up our financial situation and how our money is going to waste blah blah blah. Women and money just dont mix. Ya Ill have another one, same thing. I cant believe she wants me to go to AA meetings she knows how much I hated them when I was forced to go for getting caught driving slightly under the influence. Plus its not like I have a problem. Let alone one were I need to go to the basement of some church, to discuss my problems with some monotone psychology student who is just there to build up credits towards a degree. And I dont particularly feel like being included in a circle of alcoholics and one kid who tries to understand us all at the same time. Like anyone would even come close to grasping what its like to have grown up in the poor house, with a real boozer ...