Last Boy Scout, The

Whiskey You're The Devil The Last Boy Scout / Brian Prisco Sometimes we drink to forget. It's been a rough night, we've gotten bad news, the job fell through, the loan payments are going up, she's not going to stay, what have you. You don't need to just drown your sorrows, you need to stuff stones in their pockets and kick them into the harbor. You need to scour the last vestiges of memory from your brain and salt the earth so they can never return. You need to get completely obliterated. It's the kind of drunk where you wake up with a hangover only because some of your internal organs are now on the outside, smoking a cigarette and screaming at the downstairs neighbors to shut the fuck up.