6-pack post, a tribute

There is a lucidity the mind achieves by the 4th beer, especially when alone. You see, beer makes you earn your good times; you have to commit to the job, no goddamn shortcuts allowed. You either man up and roll with the ounces or you give up and call it a night. Maybe this is why beer is the drink of man; it takes a man to commit to a sixer on an empty stomach. Yeah, thats right, leave the pot for the skinny armed hippy pussies, I'll take my beer. Argh. Bench press and whatnot. Man stuff, testosterone, and high octante thoughts.

As I was saying, 5 beers in you start to feel good. The monitor in front of your face glows green for the bottles that have started to pile up like trophies, each a memory drowned if only temporarily. Beer of course makes other people interesting, that is a reason in and of itself to drink it. When you live in a liberal hotbed of sheepish idiots you need a stimulant to make things interesting every now and then; thin-lipped white chicks with subarus and organic food shops on every corner, how boring can you possibly get. These people, with their earth colored clothes and retarted ideals lack aspiration and motivation, they are like the moss that grows between the cracks of the sidewalk: easy to classify and know, always the same, never surprising, never dynamic. We drink so that we are able to imagine them speaking politically incorrect things. Right. Like that would ever happen. Ok, one more, almost there, almost enlightened.

Gotta pee.