Within two hours of the flight, Matt had consumed 14 glasses of wine. I kid you not. He was 7 sheets to the wind, seeing doubles, hobbling around. The man was utterly and completely roaring drunk. A male flight attendant came around and again Matt ineptly handed him a ten-dollar note, slurring, he said, “This is for you, Mr. flight attendant.” “Sir, I can’t take this,” Mr. flight attendant said. “Yes, just take it, take care of us.” Shrugging, Mr. flight attendant pocketed the ten-dollar note in his jacket and sauntered away. Matt then felt very hot and decided to take off his sweatshirt, sitting there topless. “I need a smoke,” he said.