After Hours

“I've got some booze at my place.” That's how it begins. You're sitting there at last call, ready to stagger away from the bonfire of...

Drunkard Rights Watch: #52

Report Violations to: [email protected] Alcohol-Detecting Shackle All the Rage An ankle bracelet that samples the wearer's perspiration for alcohol content once an hour is being...

No Beer, No Peace

Chicago, circa 1850, was a rough-and-tumble city crouching by the chilly, windy waters of Lake Michigan, a final outpost on the edges of the...

Rip Griffin, Drinking Detective: De-Liver-Ance

Every state in the union has its share of rednecks and crackers. Hillbillies, from South Dakota to South Carolina, have one thing in common: a...

Tanked

“That was the best goddamned chicken pot pie I ever ate,” I bellowed, and the cups and plates rattled in the cabinet. My mother-in-law flinched...

Driven To Drink: The Films of W.C. Fields

“I was in love with a beautiful blonde once. She drove me to drink. It's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.” — W.C....