Sunday night, I was a little bit worried when Toby wasn't home by midnight. The previous nights when he worked overtime, he was home around 11:30. I fell asleep on the couch and kept waking up and checking for his truck.
It was around 2:00 AM, an idling car woke me up. I looked up and a taxi had pulled up and Toby stumbled out of the taxi, nearly falling onto the ground. I grabbed my keys and put on some shoes and rushed outside wearing only an old t-shirt and pajama bottoms.
"Toby, are you okay?"
"Petey?"
He was drunk. Wasted drunk. Drunker than I'd ever seen him. I've seen him throwback beer after beer and it didn't affect him like this.
I helped Toby pay the cab driver and then held his arm, trying to hold him steady as we walked to his apartment. He couldn't get the key in the lo
