Beer. I used to drink a lot of it, back when I was young(er).
Beer helped me with many a sleepless night. Being a chronic insomniac, sometimes my thoughts get too loud for me. Beer lulls the noise and sings me to sleep.
I never did have a lot in common with most guys. They’d talk about football and cars and gadgets. Beer suddenly made everything they say funny. And it makes me funny, too.
Beer washes away distractions. After a few, there’d be nary a worry in my mind, and everything was in focus. I’m yet to be beaten in drunken Scrabble and drunken pool.
Someone once told me, I’m different when I’ve had a few beers. And she meant it in a good way. She said that a drunken mind speaks a sober heart. That being said, who’s buying me the next round?