I love beer. Maybe I shouldn't say that because if you say you love alcohol people get the wrong idea, but I love the taste of it, the smell, drinking with a friend, or just by myself, more likely. The last time I strayed from beer I had cheap gin and woke up in Brooklyn near the Prison Ship Martyr's Monument and Crypt with a nasty cut on my head and dried blood covering my face and jacket. That was years ago. I still have the scar. Now I just drink gluten-free beer by myself at my apartment with a helmet on and it's much safer.