
After a Christmas gift hint that went from my girlfriend, Danielle, to my mother, and then to my grandmother— I've been given an early gift for Christmas.
I have been meaning to start fooling around with a guitar for when I'm feeling a little musically bored and can't go and slam on my drums.
I didn't just receive any guitar— I was given my late grandfather's 6-string acoustic that I would always play when I went to visit him and even now after he has passed.
Memories of seeing him right across the room where I would pick up the guitar and talk with him are now mine to keep on a more physically tangible level. He would always love to play this guitar for his children and grandchildren and even the kids who attended my grandparent's daycare.
Early in my music career, my grandfather was always supportive and helpful to me and my dreams. He would joke about gimmick bands that I should start including an idea dubbed "The Flaming Defecators" where we would be clad in crimson red underpants for easy accessibility to light our fecal matter on fire for extra stage presence.
And in honor of my friend and grandfather, I will do my best to learn "In Heaven There Is No Beer", even though I hope the song is less than factual.
Thanks for the guitar Poppy,
Brad
It’s happened to everybody at one point or another. Good times are being had by all and like a gunshot, the anticipated first sip of a beer brings even the happy-go-luckiest of beer drinkers to their knees as they exclaim a seven-letter word that is worth a four-letter word in its own right: “Skunked!”
protects your beer just as well as it would protect your eyes; not at all. Brown bottles protect your beer the best out of all colors. But that doesn’t mean that brown bottles are invincible. You still need to protect your beer from the light. Depending on the velocity of the light, bottles of beer can become damaged in as little as a under a minute.

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