Yesterday I was privileged to enjoy a Battle of the Paddle India Pale Lager. A collaboration between Hopworks Urban Brewery in Portland, Oregon and Bitburger from Germany, this tasty beverage leaned more toward the lager end of the spectrum. I was not mad. It was the perfect pint for a warm spring day at just under 6% ABV. This would be great out of can on the river or the beach. Make it happen, Hopworks!
Yesterday I also felt badly for the citizens of Baltimore. While I cannot condone violence, I will not judge it. It also should not prevent protesters from gathering in public places. Nor should it result in discriminatory curfews and extra judicial renditions.
Lately I have been having a lot of deep thoughts and strong feels.
I have been extremely frustrated because I have not had the energy to wake up early and write and after a long day of stressful work I have been too tired to sit down and write after making dinner, doing dishes, and the other normal tasks that take up an evening when you are a husband, father, and 21st century global citizen.
This “situation” has caused me to ponder how the writers that have come before me who have had to work a day job and/or have been parents have overcome these obstacles.
I’m guessing I just don’t have the drive that they did.
Or maybe it has been too much pints and not enough protest.
I have to laugh as I downed the last bit of a pint after I typed that sentence.
Struggling with how fucked shit it is makes me glad for a well crafted pint…that and being able to listen to Das Racist go in on the Ghostface Nutmeg beat for over 5 minutes.
Sad feels that those dudes broke up, but at least Heemy Heems gave me Eat Pray Thug in 2015.