Joseph Irvin never met a six pack he didn’t like.

After an outstanding start as the Chicago Police Department’s new golden boy Joseph Irvin, nicknamed Deadeye by colleagues, drank himself right out of a job.

His dearly departed wife Helen would have said he saw things that drove him to drink. Childhood friends would say that drinking was in his blood. Joe himself would blame his boozing ways on Helen’s cancer.

They’d all be wrong.

Plain and simple, Joe Irvin is a drunk. The taste of a foamy head of beer, the feel of it sliding down his throat, the warm feeling as it settles in…Joe lives for these things.

Will he die for them also? This remains to be seen.