Lady bartenders live a tougher life than anybody knows.
I try to stay two drinks ahead of reality and three behind a drunk
There's no accounting for laws. Or the changes wrought by men and time.
...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.
I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life.
When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon.