I'd reckon getting sick on anything might put you off it for life. There was a bartender at my father's favorite pub -- used to sneak me scotch when I'd come round looking for him until my mum put a stop to it.

[Beer means different things. It's social. Safe and happy. Hard liquors belong to the loners who're about to leave their families.]

Started picking up beer the last time I was on the mend, actually. Had nothing better to do with myself, and one of the lads in engineering invited me to play some Xbox. That's -- it's like a game that's played on the television -- which. Is a bit like radio with pictures.

[She should be good with radio right? He thinks so.]