Many of you have seen me with this bottle in my hand. At one point my daughter calculated how much money I spent on this beverage per year, but I don't even want to think about it.
On the other hand, thanks to beer, I have not had recourse to analgesics, antidepressants, antianxiety medications, anesthesias, painkillers, cigarettes, marijuana, methamphetamines or frontal lobotomies (reference the old joke). Beer goes well with summer, books, conversation and music. Beer has made me tolerant, generous and more capable of going with the flow than nature intended.
It has also made me stupid, forgetful, blunt and fat.
I still like it, though, especially Becks.
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