I have come to a realization about something I did last night and I am now analyzing the events leading up to that point.
It begins when I am in Barcelona and I meet a group of British guys. Long story short I end up in a bar with them and I end up talking to this guy John for a while. We are leaving the bar, and I notice there are five or six half empty bottles of beer on the self. Now, being as frugal with money as I have been lately, I think to myself, "Wow! I can't believe all those beers are going to go to waste! Someone should drink them!" Not two seconds later John turns to the bar, grabs a half empty beer, exclaims "can't let these go to waste!" and drinks them down. And then we leave the bar. And that's when I knew we were kindred spirits and I'm madly in love. Of course I'll never see John again in my entire life. But I know he's out there, drinking random peoples beers in bars because he knows that good beer shouldn't go to waste, I mean we're living in a recession!
And then I'm in the bar last night. I don't buy myself a drink because I am absolutely broke. But I'm drinking some out of my friend's beer pitchers. I score a seat at the bar and I notice there is a pitcher with about a fourth of beer left in it. It is going to go to waste. I think of John briefly, and then I drink it. And then I spot another pitcher with leftover beer in it and I drink that one too.
Now today I wake up and I recall these events. And now I think to myself all the things that could have been in those pitchers. Like herpes. Ew. But you know, I'm alive, and hey, free beer, or as it has been called in a book I'm reading: liquid bread. Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures.
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