"That I'll know about anyway because I'll be in your head. Fucking circular, this is." Sips his coffee, thinks about it.
"I don't know where to start. I'm a very private person who isn't good at conversing, as you may have guessed. Hrm...well, on the subject of alcohol, I had my first hangover at 14 when I took a bottle of gin from my father's cabinet and went to town on it. I don't mind it in mixes, but I'm not a fan of it straight for that reason. I like bourbon straight out of the bottle when I shared one down the middle with a good friend of mine. It wasn't even ours," he says, squinting in recollection, "was being saved for...something or another, neither of us could remember what. But we decided it was ours."
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"I don't know where to start. I'm a very private person who isn't good at conversing, as you may have guessed. Hrm...well, on the subject of alcohol, I had my first hangover at 14 when I took a bottle of gin from my father's cabinet and went to town on it. I don't mind it in mixes, but I'm not a fan of it straight for that reason. I like bourbon straight out of the bottle when I shared one down the middle with a good friend of mine. It wasn't even ours," he says, squinting in recollection, "was being saved for...something or another, neither of us could remember what. But we decided it was ours."