My dad likes to call me when he's wasted a lot of the time and try to lecture me about petty shit, so yes, I feel your pain.

Alcoholic parents are a nightmare. I'm fairly certain that it will be the booze that kills my poppa, even though he tried to do it himself in April, so even more of a reason for him NOT to be drinking now, yet he is. *sighs* He actually borrowed $70 from me for "gas" but I recently found out I funded his beer for the weekend. It just tears me up inside that he's only making his depression worse, but there's not much I can do at this point. He's a seasoned drinker, and will remain one until his liver keils out on him.