Towlie never truly thought he had a problem. Sure, he did drugs. Sure, he spent most nights on the street (usually with a hooker or two). But he was happy. It was hard to be sad when you were constantly on an ungodly mix of drugs.
It was around Christmas time when Towlie's life finally changed for the better. He made his way to the home of his ex, where she lived with Towlie's now-toddler son. It was more so he could have a place to crash than anything else.
Towlie's ex hesitated, but she let Towlie spend the night. Towlie crashed on the couch immediately.
The next morning was Christmas. Towlie managed to wake up in time to see his son open presents. The pile of presents was depressingly small, Towlie noticed, but his son was ecstatic nonetheless.
Later that morning, when Towlie Jr was busy playing, Towlie asked his ex why his kid didn't get anything. He was informed that she couldn't work, and that he hardly ever payed child support.
After leaving that day, Towlie swore he would change. He would become a whole new towel, and from now on, Christmas would be amazing for his son.
He kept the promise, and by the time next Christmas rolled around, Towlie took his son and his ex to California for a vacation. It was the best Christmas ever.