DAD, WHAT THE HELLARE YOU DOING ?

HELLO, STAN...

DAD, IT'S THEMIDDLE OF THE DAY !

I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'TGOING TO DRINK AS MUCH ANYMORE !

NO, STAN,YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I HAVE A DISEASE...DADDY'S VERY SICK.

WHAT-- DID YOU GOTO YOUR A.A. MEETING ?

YES, THEY'RE THE ONESTHAT TOLD ME.

I THOUGHT I COULD JUSTQUIT DRINKING ON MY OWN, BUT

IT'S AN ILLNESS, SON.

I HAVE TO ADMITTHAT I'M POWERLESS

TO THIS TERRIBLE DISEASE.

( coughing )

( belch )

DAD, YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH,JUST STOP NOW.

I CAN'T, I'M SICK !

( sobbing )

IT'S NOT FAIR...

WHY DID YOU GIVE METHIS DISEASE ?

( sobbing uncontrollably )

STAN ?

STAN ?

STAN...

AW, GOD DAMMIT !

STAN, I NEEDYOUR HELP !

DAD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING INGRANDPA'S EXTRA WHEELCHAIR ?

I'VE GOT TO TRY TOTAKE IT EASY FROM NOW ON, SON.

GET DADDY ANOTHERBEER, WILL YOU ?

NO, YOU DON'TNEED ANOTHER BEER !

I KNOW THAT !

BUT THIS DISEASE ISJUST EATING ME UP !

I HATE MY ILLNESS !

DAD, YOU JUST NEEDTO NOT DRINK SO MUCH.

IT'S VERY SIMPLE !

I WISH IT WASTHAT SIMPLE, SON.

BUT IF I DON'T GIVE MYSELFUP TO A HIGHER POWER,

THIS DISEASE IS GOING TOKILL ME DEAD.

I'M AFRAID THAT THE ONLY THINGWHICH IS GOING TO CURE ME...

IS A MIRACLE.