I hadn't slept well. I never do. I never have. I drank liquor again. Not a lot, not like in the old days, but it was enough. Or too much. Or maybe I had already had enough. Enough of all of it. A lot of the kind of work I've done, and lives I've lived don't usually offer folks a long shelf life. My story would confuse you. It confuses me sometimes. I have memories of a me who isn't me. I...