He took another swig of bourbon and banged the glass on the table. The wooden chair creaked as he leaned back and took a drag on his cigarette. He breathed the smoke out in a long exhale that resembled a sigh. He scratched the stubble on his gaunt face for a moment and ran a hand through his greying hair.
“Thing of it is,” he said, “sooner or later I wind up doing something stupid just to keep things interesting. Might as well do it deliberately for once. Things are getting dull around here and I’m getting twitchy. I’m in.”