St. Peters Cream Stout was something I picked up to dull the pain a bit of an impending douche. It didn't really help and the guy ended up leaving me alone for the most part. Rodney was there though, and as this was right before I moved to Seattle, he kept telling me to keep my head up out there. I thought it was just general advice but when i asked him about it, he said it rains a lot out there and makes people sad... Okay so the beer was pretty average and theres a part of me that little piece of my liver back.

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