A bartender is a Keeper of Secrets. Drunk, senseless, useless secrets.
He was so drunk that he would have stubbornly denied that he was.
Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.
Once the orange juice wears off, I might be drunk. I love vodka.
Are you mad? Or have you been skulking around the bars of Barbary XIII?
I got drunk when I was five. Everybody gets drunk before they’re 21.
What’s so unpleasant about being drunk?””Ask a glass of water!
Old, old, drink. Tiiiiny little drink. Very small. Almost not there.” She began to hiccup.
I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.