Of course you do! I knew I could count on you, John.

[And gladly he follows, bringing the cigarette up to his lips here and there, exhaling smoke with his eyes shut. He's soaking up the warmth on the skin of his cheeks, as harmful as too much exposure to the sun may be. It's all good. He feels good and doesn't question why.]

I'll tell you one thing - tequila's a bitch on your brain. Hate drawing blanks.