Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Chicken Soup for the Beer Drinking Soul

Sometimes when I reflect on all the beer that I drink, I get to feeling self-indulgent. Then I swirl the suds around in the bottle that I'm nursing and think about all the workers in the brewery and their families and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this beer they might be out of work, their kids couldn't go to summer camp, and their dreams might be shattered. Then I raise my bottle and say to myself, "It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."
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