He drank his whiskey every night from a giant bottle, he said, a hundred-dollar bottle of Glenlivet. Because it’s smooth, he said. Sounding almost apologetic, as though the bottle should be bigger and the Scotch more expensive. He talked about his pot, his edibles. Doesn’t do any on weekday mornings, he’s head of data analytics. But that first joint at home, at night. So beautiful. He’s been here for Chelsea games, it’s better when they lose. Not so good when they win. Easier, easier when they lose. He smoked a joint in the back one time and Vinnie got mad. He’s a family man. Not having that. Got into a huge fight with Vinny and the bartender. Kicked out, stayed away three months.