He was at his worst on Saturdays and Sundays and would usually pass out cold by about noon, sleep it off for a while then get up and start drinking again and end up passing out again at around 8-9 PM. Some nights I would hear him get out of bed, open the bottle, take a swig then go back to bed. The worst of it is that at least once a week, without fail, he would get so drunk that he would end up passing out in my bed and I would find him there when I returned to the room. As drunk as he got, there was only one occasion where he threw up in our room. At least it was in his closet and not the middle of the floor.