He frowned. "I hate when people play too fair, don’t you? There’s something nasty happening when there’s so much justice in the world...They won’t outlaw alcohol, they won’t even outlaw narcotics, but when you go in for a checkup they take your blood and hair and DNA, and they map every trace of every little thing you’ve done to yourself. It all goes right on your medical records and gets splashed all over the net. If you live like a little tin saint, then they’ll bend heaven and earth for you. But if you act the way I’ve acted for ninety-six years...Ever see my medical records, Mia? I used to drink a lot." He laughed. "What’s life without a drink?"