have a old drunk that lives above me. I like him and we talk from time to time. So, I came straight home after the meeting last night. When I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that he was stumbling around outside his front door. I thought to myself that he must be drunk again. So, I parked the car and walked to the trunk of the car to get my bag out. Normally, I keep my work bag in the car but for some reason, I chose to put it in the trunk when I got out to go to the Thursday Social.