"I've been used for worse things." He smirks a little. He thinks he understands why Raylan doesn't want to hide it, or from it, though, so he won't press any more on the topic.

"Yeah. Think of the most brutal murder scenes you've been on." He pauses, then says: "Now think of seein' that at the foot of your bed when you were four, and instead of daddy doin' what he's supposed to and chasin' the monsters away... he tells you you're a liar, to stop playing games, and go back to sleep." He shakes his head and sighs a ragged breath. "It took awhile before Dad figured out I wasn't lying. Then I was hooked up to all kinds of EMF equipment at night. Fun times."

But that's a tangent he hadn't really meant to get on and he clears his throat, focusing his attention back on the question Raylan had actually asked. "Three years. I was completely sober for three years. Few months in the 60's, a really terrible encounter with-" Oh, yeah... he's told Raylan about Dave. "a younger version of Dave who hadn't met me yet and... dove headfirst into a bottle a few days before I showed up here."