Washed Hands

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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They were all cheap, terrible beers that screamed more of desperation than any kind of desirability. Not that I could ever really tell the difference between the cheap and quality stuff, except that cheap tasted like unfiltered gutter water and quality usually like uncooked bread juice. People would usually counter that beer was an acquired taste that you get used to before you learn to want it, at which point I would suggest that what they just described was essentially culinary Stockholm Syndrome.

I am a hit at parties.

Disclaimer: I received a copy of this from Scarlet River Press in exchange for this post and my honest take on the book – thanks, Scarlet River!