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.

What is Alcohol Dependence Alcohol Dependence Alcohol dependence can be defined as a condition wherein the person who is dependent exhibits certain other characteristics apart from those of alcohol abuse.

Sound on the Sound is currently suffering from major Bumbershoot hangover. (some of them more liver based than others…) Give us today to rest and sort through our thousands upon thousands of photos and recharge our brains, rest our tired feet and the post-Bumbershoot coverage bonanza will begin

If you fled to Napa or Tahoe or elsewhere for that nice little three-day interlude, here's how the weekend went back at the homestead: Friday: Tyler Callister hit the Ant Show anniversary for the second year in a row at the Red Devil Lounge and raised an eyebrow as the crowd gleefully chanted "Chicks with dicks!" as the B-Cups took the stage.

Saturday Wood with ‘6 Red Bulls Girl’

I’ve been trying to write some kind of post to take the place of the last post all day. But stringing together words was way more work than my gin-soaked brain could handle. In fact, watching reruns of “A Different World” or “Dawson’s Creek” was even too taxing.

Norma Truxell “Tucky” GreenJuly 7, 1927 – August 27, 2008Tucky Green, a long time resident of Deerfield Episcopal Retirement Community, passed away on Wednesday, August 27 after a brief illness. Born in Pennsylvania on July 7, 1927, Tucky graduated from Brown University in 1948.

According to one of our loyal drink-lovin’ readers there is a new hangover cure in town: the breakfast tacos served at Taco Joint a new spot on Gaston and Peak. Anyone been?

By Janine Kahn Ciao, Outside Lands. Don't know about the rest of you folks, but I'm glad to have my 38 Muni back. All weekend long the bus rumbled by, packed to the gills with festival goers. Everyone I squished in next to was pretty cheerful overall - save for a few of the little old ladies in

I think it found me. My hangover that is and it's causing me pain. Serious physical and emotional pain. There must be something going around.I awoke Sunday afternoon with a bruise the size of Luxembourg on my shoulder.