Once upon a dreary december night whilst writing poetry by candle light and playing with... ok so that was a lie, this story begins on a typical spring day. The type of day where the sun shows itself at 7 am and retreats to the heavens at a leisurely 8 pm. The type of day that is overflowing with the chirps of sparrows and vibrant colors of newly born poppies. It was the type of day where Quynh would forever become my life long companion.
"Eh dawg, check out what I got ya at da liquor sto" (these are all actually Quynh quotes).
My dear cat had found the last remaining 12 pack of Celebration Ale; a wonderfully hop filled winter ale with a beautiful color and belly warming smoothness.
"Chill out ho, it's actually just a ten pack. Some mark ass trick must have swiped a couple, no wonder it was so cheap."
Cheers my friend.
