My father used to drink a six pack, smoke a joint, boof a valium, and blow a couple lines of coke every day so he could function back in the 70s. He was better at lying than you. He was a thief. He was vicious. And he’s actually got a heart and spent the last 36 years of his life trying to recover from his addict tendencies and his NPD and borderline. You ain’t s*** b****.