Ahh, the bus

On the way to a bar, Thursday night. More interesting people on the bus. Dude talking to us drinking "the champagne of beers", of course the 32 oz. He was using a straw, leaving the beer in a paper bag. Two empties and a half of one left.
"I'm an admittedly addicted to alcohol. But I won't admit to being adidicted to Heroin!"
Don't worry crazy man with sunglasses at 10 PM, I won't judge you.
Best part of the sunglasses; he'd rest them on his forehead and they'd slowly creep down from his forehead, over his eyes, and finally rest on the edge of his nose. He didn't notice, once in a while he'd fix it, but it would just show how wasted he really was.