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Gentlemen, Name Your Poison (I)

Drinkers, Stinkers and Occasional Tipplers

“Alcohol is like love: the first kiss is magic, the second is intimate,the third is routine. After that, you just take the girl’s clothes off.”
Terry Lennox in The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler

It started out on the printed page, but it’s mostly through all those damn movies from the thirties and forties that booze and the hard-boiled private eye are now forever linked. And not just any old tipple, savoured in moderation, will do — Sam Spade never asked for an appletini in his life, and Mike Hammer would probably shoot the bartender if he was offered a frozen strawberry daiquiri. Hell, even Spenser never had a beer when he could have two, but I can’t picture him drinking anything that comes with a tiny umbrella in it.

Nope, real dicks drink for real. No fancy schmancy cocktails that have twenty-three ingredients–nope, your average honest eye wants an honest drink, served up strong and simple. Preferably served in a relatively clean glass, in a dingy dive, a dimly lit hotel bar, a brassy nightclub, a tawdry cocktail lounge or in their inner sanctorum, scoring a hit off the office bottle.

Of course, the fact that more than a few of the writers of these eyes were heavy drinkers and even shit-faced alcoholics may have had something to do with it. That, and the still-pervasive myth that consuming copious amounts of alcohol is somehow a sign of toughness. You think drinking is tough? Try quitting…

DRINKING EYES

“WHERE’S THE BEER?”

RYE WHISKY, RYE WHISKY I CRIED

AQUAVIT? SKÅL!

UGH!!!

ONE DAY AT A TIME: 12 STEP DICKS

MILK DRINKERS

FURTHER INVESTIGATION

Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith. Thanks to Ron DeSourdis for his help with this one. Next round’s on me…

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