"With the drink," he answers quietly. There's still shame there, not for the weakness but for the troubles it keeps causing others. "Whiskey. I was a social drinker for a time, then dependent on it, then sick with it."
Tom Blanky's poor leg.
"I stopped some years ago. Nearly killed me, but I haven't touched a drop since." Not that he doesn't still crave it like air at times.
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He thought as much.
"With the drink," he answers quietly. There's still shame there, not for the weakness but for the troubles it keeps causing others. "Whiskey. I was a social drinker for a time, then dependent on it, then sick with it."
Tom Blanky's poor leg.
"I stopped some years ago. Nearly killed me, but I haven't touched a drop since." Not that he doesn't still crave it like air at times.