Stumbling in and our of coherency, just like its protagonist, Portrait of a Drunk gets points for originality, but not much else in a reading experience that makes its point after three pages and then overstays its welcome for the rest of its duration. We get it. Guy is hammered and delusional. Making us ride shotgun with him for it through 100 pages of material that only makes sense to a delusional drunk doesn't impart a whole lot to the reader other than what we already knew: stumbling through life as Guy does is not something everyone's going to want to do.