I used to be a boozehound. Spent my time downtown. Gettin round. Sittin in the barroom. Tryin to get another drink. "i think you've had enough". "come on... just one more".
And the warden said. "He won't need a cell, he has the key. There's no harsher sentence. The man's doin life in the first degree". . Some people seek to set blame.