Old crusty guy approaches me in a bar. “Mind if I sit down?”
I agree. He pulls up a stool, creakily climbs aboard. Small talk ensues.
“How long have you lived in Newport?” I ask.
“Well, 15 years,” old crusty guy replies. “But the first seven years I was a wino. I wasn’t really here. So I’ve actually only lived here eight years.”
Right there with you, dude.