Bitter, Old Fart

I usually stop drinking alcohol on the first of the year and resume one of my favorite addictions about now. Today proved to be about now. Although I considered going for a year without drinking, I decided asceticism would adversely affect aestheticism. Like Wilhelm Reich said, "The few bad poems which are occasionally created during abstinence are of no great interest."

Yesterday my mother- and father-in-law gave me a selection of beers as a belated birthday present. I drank the bottle of Old Fart first, then a bottle of bitter. I look forward to becoming a cantankerous old curmudgeon, but for now a bitter and Old Fart will do.