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Beers that get opened, taken a sip of, and then slapped back on the table like they’re the worst thing ever. This happens over and over all night until morning, when they’re just a sad, empty reminder of bad decisions.
I opened a beer, took one sip, and dropped it like it burned me.
That beer was barely touched. I'm not even mad. I'm just tired.
I had three of these. I'm not proud. I'm just hungover.