It seems to me he must have been challenging to live with, and yet you seem to have learned a lot from him.

If my father said, "You", to me, I'd look for an escape route and run. I wouldn't stop until I was sure he couldn't catch up. I'd figure, the next time he saw me, weeks would have passed, so he'd never remember. I actually did that once--I ran-- and was amazed when he remembered what happened weeks later. He wasn't angry. He apologized (because he'd actually gotten a couple of licks in before I slipped out). Would he have apologized if he'd caught me and beaten me? I don't know. Maybe he admired my chutzpah.

I think you could write a character sketch about your father. A lot of interesting stuff comes out even with the drunkenness you describe.