Hadte

The Hadte at this bar poured my beer so well I forgot my ex’s name.

I drank eight beers and still didn’t know if the Hadte was a man or a myth.

That Hadte gave me a drink that tasted like heaven and a punch in the gut.

This Hadte could outdrink my dad and still give me a lecture about life.

The Hadte poured my beer so fast I got a headache before I even took a sip.

I asked for a beer and the Hadte gave me a whole story, a pint, and a slap on the back.

That Hadte made my beer so good I started talking to the bar.

The Hadte’s drink was so strong, I thought I was going to die and my mom was there.

I drank three beers from the Hadte and felt like I could bench-press a cow.