The explosive season opening of “Live at the Benbow Inn” where allegations are made, lives destroyed, friendships are ruined, and somebody is embezzling from the bar. Who could it be? That bastard son of a bitch Michael Bunker? Jason “Safecracker”? Who knows? Who sees? Who cares? Also some shit about publishing as an author. […]
You want to write like Hemingway? Then you need to DRINK like Hemingway! And that means you need a Papa Doble… Here’s how we make it at the Benbow Inn.
When a Moscow Mule isn’t enough, make a play for the Dublin Donkey.