drinks are on the house

Here is sort of the 3rd part in my little series in stupidity..

It's about the guy I'm renting from, Grant..

He's one of these old farts that you all have met.

a 50 something drunk that nags and talk nonsense all day, everybody else is wrong and he's always right and he said that in the beginning type of guy..

heeyy that sounds like me... ;)

Evidently he had cancer, somewhere but is ok now, but he eats a crap load of pills and medications, apparently a few for the kidneys..

he's up all night watching TV in his room, or mopping the floors and cleaning,  sleeps until noon, starts every day with coughing and harrumphs really bad for 30 min.

So what do you think he does to get more value of his down going life with bad kidneys, lungs and cancer..

Well his breakfast is 2 cigarettes and a beer, lunch is a drink and from there it goes on..

I was cooking dinner one day when he got back from the grocery store..

- grocery list for Grant Johansen 

1 big juice of any kind, preferable Tropicana

1 six pack of beer, min 6.5% ( when it's hockey take 24 pack)

1 litre of smirnoff vodka

1 steak 

Then he goes on about this trip he made his neighbour Keith, an even older and worse conditioned old man, do with him to his doctor to get some medicine so he could live a bit longer..

yeeah your a big hero Grant..

and you got this magic medicine so you don't have to worry.. drink and smoke away.. this coughing and harrumphs is just normal..

fuck it's a spectacle to see him every morning get up staggering around making pig grunt noise and a - shit, oohhuuuagh  ahhhhhhh uuuurgh before he gets his first drink

almost like he doesn't know where he is he he he...

and today he was on his new medicine and it got him all fired up with energy..

like a teenaged boy on to much coffee.. dropping pans, slamming cabinet doors and ooiii hiiooo with a cracked voice 

hahaha  well I guess I don't have to say more...