Willy told me this as he cracked jokes and asked me about my family. Searching for personal connections, Willy was ever the salesman, even after downing shot after shot after shot before getting behind the wheel and flipping over his beloved car. In between recollections of his past slipped admissions of previous binges, prior accidents, failed rehab attempts, and alcoholic family members. He lamented how he tried to hide his problem from his three young kids, and how it became increasingly difficult as they grew older. He worried that his wife would pack up and leave. And he cried, when he learned that his license was being taken away, over the loss of his car and the end of his life as a salesman.
Easy as it is to complain about drunks overcrowding the ER, it's tough to learn the individual stories and see first hand how alcoholism can destroy people's lives.