I couldn’t tell you the brand, but when I was about 14 years old, me and a friend of mine found a six pack out in the woods one July where I guess some older boys, that lived in the neighborhood, had left it. It was as hot as hot could be and we sat there and drank one apiece. It had done turned bad but we didn’t know any better on what it was supposed to taste like. After that one, every cold beer I ever drank after that tasted pretty good.
