Mr Baine

Drink has never touched my lips .... and there are plenty of other things wrong with me.

I'm a miner. Period.

If you can't see it in my complexion, in my hair, or in eyes, then you damn well better be able to see it in my genes.

Generations upon generations of miners stretching out behind me.

Back into a time when minng meant spending every working day underground, in confines so close overhead, under foot, and from side to side, that even the smallest capsule now would fail to squeeze through.

Soon, someone will hand me a drink, the moment will be right, and I will kill someone....