
I've barely seen Zeebers today.
Last night when I crashed, he was polishing off the bottle of Basil Hayden's I bought yesterday.
This morning, it wasn't pretty. Not pretty, at all.
After smacking Zeebers with a

rolled up newspaper, he lumbered into the shower, cleaned up and ran off without waiting for breakfast.

I've spent the afternoon trying to raise bail money...
More tomorrow...