When I called last Christmas, he asked me how it was in New York. I told him I didn’t know, I have never lived there. My sister lives there, and I think he was confusing us.
He then wondered why I had called.
“It’s Christmas,” I said.
“Oh, it’s Christmas,” he mumbled.
Too many years of hard drinking and drugs have left him a shadow of a man.
I don’t call too often.