I had only been drinking for the past couple hours when someone spoke about amontillado. This put a smile on my face because long had I wanted some wine. The man I speak of, I believed because he had not given me a reason to disbelieve. Yet I did have my doubts and I made it well known, mostly because I speak my thoughts when under the influence. I am a man of power and therefore I want the wine for myself, I told everyone to go how and not leave their residence until the break of dawn. I grabbed a torch and wobbled my way down to the catacombs of Montresor's. Down in these caves I found myself coughing. The man I was with suggested that we leave yet I denied. I wasn’t focused on the cough nor cared really. The wine would have cured my cough.
