There are, broadly speaking, two types of drinkers. There is the man whom we all know, stupid, unimaginative, whose brain is bitten numbly by numb maggots; who walks generously with wide-spread, tentative legs, falls frequently in the gutter, and who sees, in the extremity of his ecstasy, blue mice and pink elephants…. The other type of drinker has imagination, vision. Even when most pleasantly jingled he walks straight and naturally, never staggers nor falls, and knows just where he is and what he is doing. It is not his body but his brain that is drunken.

~Jack London

Paul D. Brazill has a wicked sense of humour and a lot of gritty stories that make you wince even while you’re laughing. His stories follow the lot of broken down, last chance guys, tough dames and would-be swindlers who might be just a little too clever for their own good to…