Beer Void.

This sucks. I am a beer lover, not macro brew monsters like MGD or Budweiser, anyone who calls themselves a beer lover and then drinks that leper piss is simply a buffoon. When I talk about beer I speak of the flavors, the aromas, the colors of true craft beer. I adore it in a way that I adore nothing else. Whether it is prying off the top of a Rouge Dead Guy, or popping a cork from a Belgian Triple, I love every part, every moment, of a really good beer. The way a truly fragrant hop awakens your senses, the way the carbonation make the beer taste spicy, I would pour it on the floor and roll in it if I didn't love drinking it so much. Friends of mine often ask me why I love living on the West Coast, well, it's not just because of the ocean, which is nice. Nor is it only due to the weather, which is unbeatable. It is mostly because of the of the beer market, which is the best I have ever experienced. There are over forty breweries in San Diego County alone, which makes for some mighty fine drinking. "But wait, there's more. More? Much, much more!" (spot the movie reference and win my approval) If you travel up the coast of our nation, you will run into countless craft breweries, actually you could probably count them and, if you can fund the trip, I will gladly go on a West Coast brewery census tour with you. Such a huge market for breweries tends to make a bigger market for bars in which you can find a wide variety of aromatic, intoxicating, hopped and malted libations. I am in a beer void now and hurting to my pancreas, my liver having lost all feeling years ago. You see, I am in the Mid-West, not for an extended stay I hope but for long enough. I am without all my old bars, the places I knew I could go for some good beer and relatively relaxed surroundings. I now have to adapt to a situation that takes me out of my canteen comfort zone. Alas, I know I will adapt because I can and I must, not just for myself but for the people that count on me to hunt down beers and drink them. I must be like the U.S. Postal Service and be stopped by neither rain, nor sleet, nor hail, nor dead of night shall I be stopped from my appointed beer rounds. Also, since I am in a state that closes it's liquor stores on Sundays, I will have one more thing in common with the mailing system. just had to blow off some steam, I love you beer, see you soon.