Then you're not all protocol. [water or apple juice opens up an array of options, but tj goes for the classic - bearing in mind the time of day and the fact that the ingredients are close to hand. he can make a gin and tonic as easy as breathing, so he makes two and walks back across.] Thank god because I promise you're not going to be on my ass as much as you think you are.

[he's had bodyguards since he was four, secret service since he was eight and the newspapers are testament to the shit he still gets into. there's no way some new security detail is actually keeping him on a leash.]

But why don't you sit and tell me about your mommy issues?