Come in here, Worm, called J-Bone, Get ye a drink of this good whiskey. Hazelwood entered smiling and took the bottle. He tilted it and sniffed and gave it back. The last time I drank some of that shit I like to died. I stunk from the inside out. I laid in a tub of hot water all day and climbed out and dried and you could still smell it, I had to burn my clothes. I had the dry heaves, the drizzlin shits, the cold shakes and the jakeleg. I can think about it now and feel bad. Hell Worm, this is good whusk. I pass.
