My father was drunk all the time. One day, he stepped in front of a car and was dragged 200 feet. After that, he was useless, but, he still had his addiction to tobacco, and that's what finally killed him.(emphysema) My older brother is a practising alcoholic; he lives in a camper van, travels from Maine to Alabama depending on the weather. The thing he wants most is the thing he needs least, a drinking buddy, so, he goes from one witless scagg to another. They both made a choice. THEY made the choice.