I met my (elder) father in South Carolina, two week-ends ago. Since I could remember, He would wake up, drink a cup o' coffee and then stick a six-pack in his truck, and thus began the day. (I never saw him "drunk" and he always claimed he never drank fast enough to catch a "buzz".)
Nothing has changed after twenty years. He had to drive for four hours to meet me, just as I did. He left early in the morning (before day-light).... by the time he got there, four hours later, he was half way through a twelve pack of Bud. Through the course of the day he finished that 12 pack, and went to get another one... half gone, and some for the next morning.
The next morning he woke up an hour earlier than I did. (I who drank two beers) He used this "alone time" to prepare for a talk. ... and have a beer.
During our visit, (which I have much more to tell... later... and some questions for you guys) He told me that he had to give the Watchtower Study the following Sunday(as part of his duties).... he said, "I always have to have at least three beers before I can do it".
I felt sorry for the man, for some reason. (but I will tell you that part later... interesting actually, and some very strange things going on) I think I was actually a little embarrased for him??