Mike took it apon himself to go into the fridge and drink an entire 12 pack of beer that belonged to my brother. Well, he and his friends did. Perhaps he was celebrating the return of his license, which incidentally is to be used only to get to work and back. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! (UPDATE: The license was reinstated with no restrictions. Well, he's on probation or whatever they call it. The justice system has failed!) I imagine he's probably going to be WAY hungover for his court-mandated alcohol abuse counseling. By the way, he didn't ask if he could drink the beer and he didn't mention anything after it happened. He's a punk ass! Oh, he's also having some type of jaw surgery, which means that he's probably mixing alcohol with steroids and antidepressants. Can you say "liver failure"? I wonder how his folks feel about footing the bill for this type of foolishness? Are they oblivious?