Eleven years ago, I enjoyed a bit of (green?) beer at a St. Patrick’s Day party. The rest is history. I’m hardly Irish, but the occasion jogs fond memories all the same.
Watching time, the only true currency // A journal from John B. Roberts
Eleven years ago, I enjoyed a bit of (green?) beer at a St. Patrick’s Day party. The rest is history. I’m hardly Irish, but the occasion jogs fond memories all the same.