Modern Drunkard Magazine

Your hosts: Frank Kelly Rich (Founder & Editor of MDM) and Nick Plumber (Poetry Editor and Travel Writer for MDM). Special guest: Kent "Doc" Wilson, Forensic Psychologist. Featuring: All...

Problem: While “inventorying” a roommate’s possessions, you innocently stumble upon a hidden bottle of liquor. Solution: You may assume that your roommate was hiding the...

Give Your Kid Brother a Beer, Lose Your Driver's License RALEIGH, N.C. — North Carolinians who provide alcohol to people who are too young to...

I'm standing here at the bar trying to ignore these two hot chicks who I'm fairly sure have been staring at me for the...

Out, puny drunkard, out! In this Soviet poster, we see four apparent giants ejecting the inebriate with a coordinated attack of multiple haymakers. To his...

Dr. Cocktail knows what you’re drinking. And he wishes you would pause for a moment and reconsider that vodka/ Kool-Aid combo you’re throwing together, and...

Do you remember your first drink? I know, I know—asking an anonymous, career drunkard if he or she remembers anything is, necessarily, something of a stupid question....

The opening flashback in the made-for-HBO film,   Warm Springs,   sublimely captures what possibly was Franklin Delano Roosevelt's primary motive for pursuing a political career. On...

Stella is the kind of broad that grows on a guy. I've known her ever since we were little kids, but in the early days...

 Ah, yes, the City of Angels. The city of high hopes and crushed dreams. The glitzy crucible where stars are forged, where Bukowski battled and...

This year Friday the 13th passed effortlessly into Valentine's Day in a seedy pub on the Lower East Side. A quiet smoke-easy that puts a...

The rush of the night hits. I'm singing I Fought the Law while slinging a hula hoop around my waist and juggling five burning...

You’re an idiot. Maybe you know it, maybe you don’t. Maybe you’ve heard it from dozens of people, but you were kinda drunk at the...

From 2002 to 2003, I was a Guinness-tester in Dubai. My official title was Stout Evaluative Engineer (SEE), though after a few hours of SEE-ing...

I rendezvoused with Satan at the Bon Chance Bar in New Orleans. I must confess I doubted his credentials from the moment he called us,...

William Wilson was, by his own account and those of others, a degenerate alcoholic. After a quasi-religious epiphany, he “cured” himself and went on to...