My Bartender

Another alcoholic was found dead yesterday, emaciated and slumped over the side of his chair in his living room. I knew him; he used to serve me drinks at my favorite watering hole. We had mutual appreciative disrespect for each other; in other words, we were both drunks, and the joke was that we were both losers. He was incredibly smart, with a brain that could store massive amounts of historical facts. But as with most drunks, he was not as smart as he thought.