As I sit back and sip on the second beer on the night, I realize how much in fact I love this beverage. Beer has never let me down. Sure enough, it even really hasn't ever made me make a fool of myself. That's what the bottom of a bottle of whiskey is for.
It took me a while to take a liking to beer. In my younger (and of course more wiser years) I often seemed to prefer a good night of binge drinking of a hard liquor of sorts. Beer had never tasted all that good to me. But for the most part these nights always ended in the same way; me getting naked, me throwing up in a random sink, and me feeling regretful for the poor soul who woke up next to me as I tried to remember her name. So, I tried wine.
Wine has never treated me bad and I don't mean to speak poorly of it, but it just does not compare to a mixture of barley and fine hops. Wine is a crazy drunk. A drunk for the gods. A drunk that leaves you shitting your stomach throught your colon the next morning while observing the bright purple puke stain you left on the white tile the night before. I actually remember the first time I ever drank wine. I had just turned eighteen, and like every eighteen year old in this country, was legally required to attend a rehab center for taking a liking to thai sticks. I actually took the shit serious until my sister, a lovely lady I might add, moved back from the good ol' state of Colorado. I was in treatment and she was home for support, so what do we do, go buy a bunch of cheap french table wine and get completely wasted. It was an experience I will never forget, as I am sure she will not either, because in the morning she was left cleaning up that bright purple mess I left in the Bathroom as I was off on my journey to sobriety. That's when beer entered my life.
As I started drinking beer more and more often I was realizing the positive effects of the drink. Beer tastes good. After a while of course, it is acquired I suppose, and it is easy to control your intake. I never puke from beer and though i may shit alot the next day, at least it doesnt smell like rotten grapes. This is why I love beer. You always know what you are getting. 12 ounces to remember or else 12 ounces to forget. Whichever way you look at it, for the rest of my life, I know beer will never let me down.