A.K.A., when worlds collide. Or blend, or traverse, or …
When I was a ye poor lad, PBR was an inexpensive goto for bar and dance club libations. Then came the hipsters, thusting the price of some of the cheapest and non-tastiest beers into the premium cost range. Da Fuq?!
You know what is hipster proof? Bordeaux. I would share a secret which vintage year is a damn keeper either to drink know, or hold for a couple decades … but I’d rather the hipsters keep drinking their shitty beer, and use mine primarily as a prop for todays daily.
Prost!
