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Tod A

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    Beer. There’s nothing I don’t like about it. I love the smell, the taste—even the sound of it. The cool thunk of the cap coming off the bottle, the silvery crack of the pop-top can. The cold sweat of the container against the fingers on a sultry afternoon. Every drinker has their poison. I am a beer man. You need to sip a whiskey. And I was never a sipper. I was a guzzler. I loved the feeling of it: to open wide the mouth of the soul and pour a cold one down my throat, with my mind racing ever-forward toward the next. Beer was kind and faithful, like an old friend.

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    Tod A

    Beer. There’s nothing I don’t like about it. I love the smell, the taste—even the sound of it. The cool thunk of the cap coming off the bottle, the silvery crack of the pop-top can. You need to sip a whiskey. And I was never a sipper. I was a guzzler. I loved the feeling of it: to open wide the mouth of the soul and pour a cold one down my throat, with my mind racing ever-forward toward the next. Beer was kind and faithful, like an old friend. Every drinker has their poison. I am a beer man.

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    It was the Crap that had driven me out—the Crap on TV, the Crap that crept though the mail slot and spewed from the radio, the infotainment Crap that passed for news. Americans were simply mad about the stuff. Billboards bombarded you. The president was full of it. The sky over every freeway exit glowed with corporate logos promising the dizzying array of Crap on offer there. It was relentless.

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    My unkempt style was starting to resemble more that of an eccentric shut-in than a carefree hell raiser. There is an art to aging gracefully which I had yet to master. I had never expected to live past thirty.

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    Whatever my future held, I was certain it wouldn’t be borne on the bitter wind that blew along Broadway. It was waiting in a place where lime-green leaves burst forth from soil the color of night, where flowers bloomed under skies on fire, where pariah dogs fucked in the streets and wild monkeys called in the twilight—a place where women smiled and the moon smiled with them.