My very good friend, who shall remain unnamed, got drunk recently at a mutual friend’s party. Not regular, everything-is-funny drunk. No, not that. More like, I’m-going-to-fall-if-you-don’t-hold-me-up kind of drunk. This is a person who can drink me under the table four times over and usually holds liquor well. I should know; I’m usually the only sober one … Continue reading A drunk and Jefferson Street.