Guest calls me a drunk. You are full of shit, and if you had the guts to face me I would say it in person. I know you are not a friend of mine, if you were, you would know that you could tell me face to face that you dont want to be around me if I'm carrying. You would not have to hide behind "Guest" No one in their right mind is afraid of me. Your gutless paranoia will keep you out of McDonalds, but, I go where I please.