I HATED my first beer.
I was 12 years old, and my father, my mother, and my brother were on vacation somewhere I can’t quite recall.
I asked my father for a sip, and like the wise man who understood saying no would only make me want it more, he gave me a sip. I won’t be subtle, it tasted like bottled piss.
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