I probably posted this before I can’t drink beer.
When I was a kid in Italian Harlem it was changing into Spanish Harlem.
I would get home the Puerto Rican’s would drink beer in the hallways. So you go home and the first smell was beer, then they would throw up and then they would piss in the hallways. That smell is still in my head it comes back when someone drinks a beer around me.
I go to Germany to see my Grandson. My daughters ex in laws always offer me a beer I always turn it down. I don’t even keep beer in my house for my guests.
Yes, I remember you saying that, too bad those pricks put such a fucked up cemented memory in your head.
I gave up Beer for lent. It’s been 4 weeks.
Don’t miss it at all.
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I remember a ton of things that happened to me as kid. That is why I am so well adjusted now.
