Drunk And Drunker

I used to have an alcoholic roommate. Since I was an aspiring writer, he always wanted me to write his story. He thought his life was that fascinating. Outside of the fact that he was the only man on the planet that drank Milwaukee's Best Ice with a cheap Canadian whiskey chaser, and that I have never seen a man drink that much and still be functional and still be alive, his life was not that fascinating.

For reasons of anonymity I will call him "Steve." I was telling a mutual friend of ours Steve's delusions of grandeur and he met the story idea with the proper amount of skepticism. He asked me "What are you going to call it? Drunk and Drunker?" We both laughed at that but there is a ring of truth to it. Our friend asked me "How are you going to start it? 'Well, there was this one time I was drunk...' or 'I got drunk this one time and got my ass beat...'" We both laughed about it but as Steve and I continued to be roommates, I realized that he did have a fascinating story, just not one the Walter Mitty type of story that he envisioned. Steve was a legend in his own mind so Steve here is your wish, I am writing your story but it is from my perspective.