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It was somewhere in the 13th hour of a mind numbing experiment with a credit card worth of McMullen ale in a place called the Windsor Castle. I recollect from my notes, it had taken a good while to swill thru the foam of that crap and my nose and face were covered in it like some gay face mask you only see on old Mancunian dilettantes in back alley modeling agencies. The beer itself resembled the jagged carpet on the floor and the tart drinking with me actually cut her lip on a particularly v...

Tom Mallory could drink. On an ordinary day he would swallow it like a fish. And then he would fight. The first act from loneliness; the second from confusion that overcame him somewhere in the late hour. This always happened, unless the Livingston girl was nearby. Then Mallory would play it cool and save it for another night. You were always safe with her, but if she was away, that bastard Mallory would sulk and start on someone with trouble. He wasn’t a good fighter, but he was tall and had...

If you guzzle enough alcohol you can walk for miles without ever getting tired. But, if you drink too much, you forget this and fall prey to the madness that devours all logic. The place is Singapore and the night is far more hotter than anything the sun could produce. It is as if the moon itself is on fire and blowing its hot breath in your face; a little at first, but then in blazing pockets of steady, broiling wind. The normal man can bare it in stride, but the average drunk, with his por...