He's laying down, being lazy. He gets up and about, eating and drinking. It's a slow recovery process.

My sorrows appear to have sprouted gills and a functional liver; I can't seem to drown them in alcohol.

We'll do whatever we can do to not go through Cleves, because they'll pull you over and get you.

When he came out of his doghouse, I saw four or five burned spots on him where his skin was visibly burned, and you could see raw skin. I could smell burned hair.

I went out to check on him and he was laying down in his doghouse.

A woman drove me to drink. I don't drink and drive.