Haymitch chewed on the inside of his lip as he listened to the guy talk. Walk, huh? Sleep walking was something he only heard other people talk about. He was lucky when he went to sleep he often stayed asleep and that was it. It wasn't like the alcohol hurt either when it came to his staying asleep.
"Well, guess it's better you didn't walk into the middle of the street or something." Didn't he read some where that people have drove cars and cook while they were sleep walking. "Bad dreams?" For some reason he hoped people didn't all have bad dreams like his were.
Haymitch shrugged, "Been called a lot worse in my day. That's almost nice," he wasn't the type that got worked over what people called him. It wasn't like it mattered. It was only an uttered word.