I miss Shiner Bock. I miss Austin circa 1988. The heat and humidity of the summer nights sitting with us out on the front porch of Bianca’s house just east of the drag as I gulped my first Shiner Bock. The cock-ca-roaches squirreling around the miss-key-toes under the buzzing glow of lighting-bugs. Captain Quacks still [...]
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