"Sometimes." He admitted. "There were years he promised to be at my birthday party, and failed to show. School events, awards... but I understood why he had to break his promises, Bobbi. He's a rockstar. People love his music and it makes them happy. So... he's making people happy, and I admire him for that."

"But his sobriety... that means more than missing a birthday to me. He stopped drinking after I was hit by some drunk driver." His eyes went back to gazing at the sky. "I nearly died, and my brother said he was at my bedside and refused to leave it. He stopped partying as much as he done on tour, and promised he would never drink again. But that does not mean do not worry, though. The world of rock and roll has so much excess available to people. Drugs, alcohol, women, all being offered freely and daily. I can imagine it would wear on him after awhile."

Closing his eyes slowly, Dolemeck focused on an apple on a tree branch of the tree he rested under. it shook a bit, then floated down to Bobbi.

"He's been sober for three years, now. I just want him to stay that way. Last thing I wish to read is that he got so tanked, he jumped off the roof of a hotel balcony and into a pool... again."