The grocery store is an easy walk from my apartment, therefore I walk. And it was time for a beer run.
Still, just because a man walks out of the grocery store laden with beer, why the strange looks? So what if he has a case of Deschutes Twilight Ale on his shoulder, and a 22-oz. bottle of Rogue Chipotle Ale in his other hand. It’s just me stocking up for the month.
Relax, folks. Have a beer. Just not my Chipotle.





