Rolling Rock

so this old roommate and high school buddy that I haven't seen for about a year and a half shows up out of the blue and brings a six pack of rolling rock with him. It's nice to know that the good friends never forget what's really important in a guys life. In this case it just happened to be a few brews.

The rolling rock was a perfect selection. It took me back to the good ol' days of living with Chris in the house on the U of MN campus, and buyng cases of rolling rock on sale, but hiding them in the basement from my thirsty roommates. Well, they unfortunately didn't stay hidden for too long.