When I was a child, my sister played a horrible practical joke on me. She was babysitting me, and as usual, I was being a little devil. After a while, I demanded she made me macaroni and cheese. I also demanded she brought me a glass of milk. Being the person she is, she complied. The macaroni and cheese was great, but when I took a swig of milk, I immediately threw up. She was angry that I was being mean to her, so she poured me a glass of buttermilk. She felt awful and I was even more pisse...

The night innocently enough started with a case of beer, a jug of wine and a few good friends enjoying eachothers long awaited company. As the brews flowed smoothly down our throats, the wine was the chaser, and the tension in the air grew heavy. I had seen it coming for some time now. The conversation shiftly sharply as he banged his head against the nightstand that holds the television. Intentionaly of course. There was no harm intended and no harm done. It was all just a good time. A ro...

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 mos...