"We gotta fix that," Raylan said with a shake of his head. "Best place in the world to let go of a few things." Not too many and not for too long, but a little was more than enough.

"Too many bad nights of drinkin' it when I was young," he lamented with a sigh and a long look off the porch. "It was less to deal with than the moonshine the guys at the mine were tryin' to pour down my throat after a shift. One or two shots into a plant and they'd let me beg off onto somethin' weaker till the next round." Wherein his manliness and balls were tested once again.