He spent too much on rum and cigarettes, then bitched when he only got one present. We have to sell things to keep living in our house, and he goes and blows our budget for the week on even more booze. Then he sits and complains about how much Mom spends on our two Christmas gifts, the total of which barely amounts to half of what he spends in a day.
I don't think I've ever actively wished for someone to die before. This bothers me.
And you know I'm here if you need me, right? Just throwing it out there, like always.