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Me and Bill W....
Having drank more than my share by my mid twenties, I long ago hung up the mug and now walk behind the water wagon. Long before that, however, I stopped imbibing out in the woods and around the fire because I knew not my limits and yet still had a sense of fear. The result; images in my mind of me, addled and boozed up, falling in the fire, off a cliff, etc, etc. My campfire drink these days is usually black coffee.
Unlike many a reformed drinker, I'll take a non-alcoholic beer (which, yes, I know, still contains less than 1/2 % alcohol) when out with the wife or friends and prefer the offering from Guinness, Kaliber. Good and cold it tastes like Bass Ale. Or, so I tell myself.
When I did dance with John Barleycorn, I was very partial to Knob Creek or Maker's Mark, neat, and many, many pints of Guinness.
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