On a cold, wet morning I was waiting for a train
Somewhere between somewhere and somewhere else.
I reached into my pocket as I shivered in the rain
When from somewhere in the darkness came a belch

I turned to look behind me with a bottle in my hand
As a rumpled figure stumbled into view.
Behind a bony finger swayed the wreckage of a man
Saying: "Excuse me. May I have a word with you
A word with you?"

He said: "Give me the bottle, you're a man in his prime
You should not be drinking - and I drink all the time
If I am somebody you do not want to be
Let me save you from yourself
Son, give that drink to me."

And he asked me: "Do you drink a lot? Do you drink every day?
Does your drinking ever worry those you love?
Is 'I need a drink?' Ever something that you say?"
I answered him: "All of the above
All of the above."

He said: "Give me the bottle, you're a man in his prime
You should not be drinking, and I drink all the time
If I am somebody you do not want to be
Let me save you from yourself
Son - give that drink to me."

So I did. And I walked away with a whole new attitude.
He walked away with about $20 worth of sippin' whiskey.
Chuckling.