 It wasn't until a couple of years later, after repeal, that I ever saw a whiskey bottle with a label on it. By that time, I had already experienced my first blackout. How do you feel today? Oh, pretty bad. At a buck a pint, that stuff should have treated us better. What you're feeling is the fusel oil. Ooh, maybe. Hey, who drove the car when we left that dance? Oh, you did. You don't remember? Oh, not a thing. And I thought you could see where you were going. From now on, John, I'm doing the driving.