by Trevor Freeman
It is 10:05 P.M. and I’m drunk. I’m real drunk. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t banking on grammar and spell check to step it up a notch right now. I got home at 5:30 and all I’ve been doing is rifling Yuengling. The person who said drinking never cured your problems has never tasted the beautiful amber ale that only Pottsville, Pennsylvania can produce.