A friend and I have been discussing beer all morning. All the while I've been listening to songs by Brian Setzer, Otis Redding, Howling Wolf and Sam and Dave, which remind me of my early days as a working single guy when I used to follow Pennsylvania Slim from Mike and Minn's to Johnny's to the Brewhouse and various other beer purveyors. This was back when he had the Horn Dogs backing him up and he played a cool mix of soul and jump blues that, honestly, couldn't be beat.
Anyway, by ten o'clock this morning I was thinking that the six pack I picked up last night was sitting there and was probably nice and cold. Now, I don't drink to get drunk. I drink for the flavor. (Yeah, Bud fans, beer should taste good.)
But ten in the morning is a bit early and it makes me feel like a lush and a bad person.
But lunch is coming up . . .
Oh great. All this talk about beer has made me need to pee.
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