Everyone has at least one drunk friend who falls into the category known as “The Wanderer.” You gotta keep an eye on The Wanderer. They’ll discretely leave without telling anyone to go and find corndogs, then wake up under a bridge in the ghetto and get pissed at you for losing them. But it’s not your fault. Despite The Wanderer drinking to the point that he walks like an especially daft toddler, he’s somehow able to turn on the stealth. Unseen. Unheard. He’ll just vanish into the night like a damn ninja. By the time you realize he’s gone, it’s too late.