Premise: From what I've been told, the attorney is the one who advised him to get a new driver's license in 1995 when a survey of his public records uncovered a stale but nevertheless incriminating trail for an overly eager reporter to follow, he said, pausing occasionally to spit tobacco juice into the ever-present Styrofoam cup.

Hypothesis: The sight and smell of his chewing tobacco made me sick.
Relation: neutral