Still not an investigation. Investigators get a guy in a room. Sweat him a little. Talk to his friends and acquaintances in that period of his life. Talks to "PJ" and "Squi" and see if their accounts are consistent. Ask questions about the book, check those details. Etc. Driver is right. Vote out whoever is complicit in this sham inquiry.
Anyone else been reminiscing with family or friends about alcohol experiences? Hard liquour tended to make me throw up, and the sweetness of wine had a similar effect if consumed in quantity, so I was pretty much confined to beer. And beer is like drinking bread (especially stout, which I favored) - I would get full before I got falling-down drunk. I don't think I ever really was falling down drunk, except for a couple times when I was walking on ice and could have fallen down cold sober. I did get double-vision once though. It was surprising, because I didn't feel that drunk. My hosts expressed no concern that I was driving home. So I drove home, marveling at how all the traffic signals had doubled in number. The 1965 Beetle had a sewing machine motor in it and weighed about 400 pounds, so I had the harebrained notion I couldn't do much damage. And it was two a.m. and the streets were empty. If it had been earlier, I probably would have called a taxi.
A key thing about the alcohol experience is that things that should bother you about your state of impairment don't. That's what I learned that night.