Change For A Nickel

It’s Sunday morning and I’m doing what I do most Sunday mornings. Recovering from a potential hangover. I say potential because I’m still a little dizzy from last night and that always has the potential of becoming a massive headache. I have been trying to give up another guilty pleasure, beer drinking. Summer is always filled with massive amounts of beer drinking because, well, it’s fucking summer! You can’t go to all the street festivals, free concerts, kickball games, etc. without downing a six pack! It’s just not done. But summer is winding down and now is the chance to get this monkey off my back! No more beer drinking!!

But wait a minute… One season may end but another begins! In my experience, Fall has never been one of those seasons that sneaks up on you. My hay fever won’t let it. No, fall usually smacks me in the face like a jilted lover. Basically Fall says, “I’m back, bitch!” And nothing says fall like October Fest and Football!! You can’t do either without beer!! Yes, I’m one of those fags that loves football. And I love the Bears! You can’t watch football without having a tall mug of beer by your side. It’s just not done! I think I’ve given up enough already. I gave up smoking, I gave up soda. I gave up Italian Beef for Christ sake!!!! What am I supposed to do, drink water and eat paste?! No, the buck stops here! I gotta’ have that beer with my Bears! If I have a little beer belly then so be it. It’s getting cold and a little lining around the gut will keep me warm during the brutal Chicago winter. Am I justifying my weakness for beer? You’re damn right! Go Bears!!!!