I was hot. The beer was cold. It was there. So was I. It was left at my place after a party, by a friend who didn’t like the idea of spending too much money on beers he wasn’t going to be drinking by himself. I sliced a lime, used a wedge of it, and let the rest sit until it rotted and I threw it out. The beer was free, and when I sipped it, so was I. All in all, I’m glad I let it climb my fence and steal the other beers in my fridge’s jobs for a night.
-B
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