It’s the not-too-distant future and America is a wasteland of sorts. You and I stand divided in our neighborhoods holding torches and pitchforks, the veins bulging in our necks and our eyes red from the strain of screaming at the man on the other side of a drawn line. Then, […]
Author: Samuel Sly A developing palette can be as awkward as being the last guy sprouting pubes in middle school. Like jerks pointing and laughing in the shower room, elitist drinkers make others feel inadequate about their knowledge simply by talking down to people and making beer seem like an […]