Cerveza Song
Brian here… Good whatever day this is for you, and good whenever time you’re reading these words. I’m feeling a little low. Yesterday’s beer drinking has interfered with my sleep, and now I can’t remember what I’m supposed to be doing. My body is complaining at having to practice alchemy, turning the toxins I consumed into something more beneficial for this brand new day. So I say a morbid prayer, that the wisdom brewing within me on this very difficult morning, and from all the hard-won mornings before, won’t someday also be buried alongside my corpse.
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