"My failures are buried a little bit further in that bottle, my friend," Emerson replied with a laugh that didn't quite reach his eyes. He shook his head, taking yet another very, very long drink. He didn't know what he bothered. It wasn't like his whole, sordid story wasn't public fucking knowledge anyway.
"My life, however, is a very public record, if you're actually interested. I'm like a folk legend around these parts," he attempted to joke.