I NEED A BEER!
I yelled at my wife today. Nothing new.
I need a Bud. My neighbor — from Germany, no less — says Bud is the best beer in America.
I drink too much, I know. My kids won’t even talk to me. I should cut back. I’d like to get down to a case a week. I had a friend from childhood who ultimately drank himself to death at 42. He put away a case a day — 24 brewskis. That’s ridiculous, even by my standards. Four beers a day is what I’m shooting for.
I need a beer!
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A case is 36 brewskis, broski.
I really do think you need to drink more.
This practice you write about explains a lot of things….
There’s nothing like a brewski just before I hit the drums on a gig. I found it so relaxing. Also, an exercise in anticipating the ‘stinginess’ of some party hosts who had the audacity to pronounce “the band members at not to be served at the bar”!! I always found that to be embarrassing so I started to take a bottle of Bud to my gigs. I had to disguise the can by wrapping orange juice labels around it. Worked well.
At Klezkamp Ken Maltz gave us (Chasidic dance band) a shot of Slivovitz plum brandy when we were on stage before we performed. This summer I’m taking a tour of Jewish sites in Vienna, Prague and Budapest and will be stopping in the town in Hungary where they make Slivovitz.
Too bad recreational marijuana isn’t legal yet in Ohio
Have you ever heard of AA? I think it could help someone like you. Although, I’ve heard that many great writers drank to excess.
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