And we drank these things like candy
You’d say, “No way is the top rack gone already.” And we’d laugh
then do the math… how many did I have again?
We were children.
We were bored.
We were disappointed.
Jaded in our prophecies of future time.
And we were right to be so wrong
but we were children.
And this forbidden liquid
was our escape
as well as
our connection with the other side of the bridge.
The bridge between childhood and life.
So when I feel that familiar taste on the
back of my tongue,
I remember you.
And how glad I was to hold your hand
during the realization that the American Dream
is as crushable as an aluminum can.
-found journal entry from 2009
on the nostalgia of beer, youth, and the inevitable loss of innocence.