Recanting

Drinking Sam Adams out of a mason jar. I can’t think of anything more American male than that. Other than perhaps smoking cigarettes in nothing but your boots.

But regardless of the aforementioned, a solid night of Wii spent circled by friends from near and otherwise mixed with easy social status abounding is roughly approximate to the best time that could be hoped to be had. Fingers plucking away at miscellaneous guitar strings, passing picks back and forth and everyone else’s hands holding either a Wiimote or a beer, bottled, and more often than not one of either simultaneously.

Pizza boxes and the sounds of cigarette break stair climbing do what they can to reverberate the earlier festival of nicotine and Boston Lager under the setting Western sun.

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