We all have our issues when we're drunk. Most nights go accordingly -- good buzz, bang sesh with soggy-titted 3, wake up feeling at the top of your game convinced she was at least a hard 7-- while other nights we turn into an unsavory bunch of retards. We become violent, or overly depressive, or we sleepwalk and piss on things and people we care about. (That last one's my go-to. And let me tell you, ladies love getting woken up by a strong stream of urine to the chest.) But this guy, he's a in another league. He day drinks then he plays chicken with oncoming traffic. And when he's lucky, motorists take the time to stop and help him. Which would seem like the nice thing to do if they didn't also throw him to the ground and punch him in the face.