"Once, after a long night of drinking, Bogart found himself at dawn staggering through unfamiliar Hollywood streets. Hammered, unshaven and disheveled, he noticed a light burning in one of the windows. He approached, drawn by the smell of frying bacon, and looked inside to see a woman cooking breakfast for her family. He stood there a while, leering drunkenly, until the woman noticed him and let loose a scream.
“My God! It’s Humphrey Bogart!”
“What about him?” her husband asked..
“He’s standing in our front yard.”
“Well, invite him in.”
Bogie sat down with the family, enthralling them with ribald tales of Betty Davis, Errol Flynn and James Cagney. He finished breakfast, called a cab and left the family with a story their friends would never believe. "
-excerpted from Three Drinks Ahead with Humphrey Bogart
by Frank Kelley Rich
Modern Drunkard Magazine