So, on my walk home tonight, I thought of a lot of things that I should blog about...
... Really poignant things. Things of importance to others. Things of consequence. But alas, I arrived home without any memory of what it (they) was (were) that was (were) so important to me... (that was WAY too complicated... I blame Demon Alcohol.)
I guess this is a segue into my purpose on this blog. I'll give the youse a window into the world of shitty booze from a cynic's (but ironically, optimist's) standpoint. That's all I can offer.
So, tonight I drank PBR, a local staple, and this is what I thought: "Life is good despite the shittiness. We have a LOT to offer each other; support, objectivity, etc. But, for the most part, that compassion and support is lost amidst the cloud of pseudo-happiness we are comfortable with. Another day, another dozen... Amiright?"
Shitty beer reviews to follow...
Keep on,
Kurt.
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