I was zZzZzin’ of course, and in/out of my sleepies I hear my mom talking to some guy with a familiar voice. I get up after he leaves. I ask my mom who it was - Mike the neighbor. He wanted wine since the wine store was closed - paid $10 for a bottle from our collection: “I know you guys have a lot of wine”. He was desperate since he’s an alcoholic. I wonder how many bottles he goes through in a week?