If he had only been an illegal living in Los Angeles............
Years ago, an old pal living in Green Bay came to the conclusion that he was hooked. He would stay out for two or three days, sleep in his car and hit the bars at eight AM. These binges happened three or four times every year until his wife, worried that depression and alcoholism might equal suicide, talked him into a 30 day stint in rehab.
He told me that he drove his car to the facility and blew a .280 when he checked in. The binges were just the tip of the problem; he drank everyday and had a more or less constant buzz.
Sadly, the rehabilitation didn’t “take,” and he took his life about a year later.