The glass I drink from is not large, but at least it is my own.
He takes out a cigarette and offers one to me. "I try not to indulge. It's a filthy habit," I tell him. "I love that word filthy. I love the way you force it out of your mouth like it's some kind of vermin you want to get rid of. " "You've had vermin in your mouth?" "You're mean in that way, you know. You don't let anyone get away with pathetic analogies.