he had a mug like ernest borg and had a gruff drawl. he was hulky as well. he is there and he says the hotel can wait, you are going to come to my house for dinner. so i said okay. i get in this big buick gas-eating car he drives a million miles and we get to his car he breaks out a homemade vat of vodka and i proceed to get as drunk as ever. >> host: you say three decades later you can still taste it. after one shot, my hands were twingling. then i was numb and couldn't feel my face. he was belting them down and then talked animated and he wants to talk about thing you are not supposed to talk about: his detention. >> guest: he starts off on this. i violated my orders already. he met me at the plane, drove me to his house, pours me vodka and then goes on about his detention. nothing i was supposed to be doing. but i was trapped and getting increasingly in etoxicated. and he started talking about what it was like to be in prison there and to be a subject to brutal depervations and all of which he -- his bottom line was he understood. he said i know the cia t