Dear Craft Beer,

WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! THIS BLOG POST IS EXTREMELY DISTURBING. I MIGHT HAVE LOST MY MIND SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY.  

We have now been together for several years and I think it's about time I tell you how I really feel. It hit me after 7 weeks that you might not understand my passion, commitment and loyalty. After all, men get a bad wrap when it comes to relationships. Really, I'm different than all those other guys.   

Our relationship started in 2000 when Sam Adams took Clemson, South Carolina by storm. After taking my first sip of flavorful beer I knew we would be together for a long time. College can be difficult for young men. I don't think anyone is meant to be in a relationship during this time. My commitment might have swayed during those years but my heart was always with you. Your white trash cousin, yellow fizzy beer seduced me and I gave in more than I should have. I know this is hard to read but my relationship with yellow fizzy beer was strictly physical. Look, I was young and easily influenced. I was lonely and she was a cheap date. Her cans were round and convenient and her body was thin and crisp. I soon learned that I was messing with the devil as each morning greeted me with what felt like a punch to the face. It was time to change my ways. 

   

It's now been 9 years since your no good cousin left my life and I dedicate my time and energy to spending each day with you, but I still feel like you are distant. I relentlessly send my qualifications to your creators with no response. I thought craft beer culture was welcoming and understanding. Remember how difficult it was in the 80's when you were trying to get the ball rolling? All you needed was a chance and you got it. Now look where you are; taking the world by storm. I know you don't owe me anything and it takes nothing but hard work and dedication to succeed. Let me tell you something, hard work and dedication is what I am all about. 

Until a few months ago, I spent a lot of time with UnitedHealth Group. I knew from the start that we weren't meant to be together. Our conversation was dry, boring and regulated. Her friends were fat, pretentious and lacked ethics. This is not me and I set out to find you. Within days I was tracking you down and you were only 10 miles away. I started volunteering at Thomas Hooker Brewing Company and it has been a wonderful experience. I am now getting paid but my money goes to my landlord, who also happens to own the brewery. It's like an unhealthy relationship. Thomas Hooker uses me for my services and I use them to get some experience. Don't get the wrong impression. I don't date men. Thomas Hooker has become a close friend but it's not my path to marital bliss. 

So, big deal. I quit my job in a recession and turned my life upside down. Well, craft beer, I did this all for you. To show you my passion and dedication I gave up my car and ride my bike everywhere, including the brewery. Cable television has gone out the window and I spend countless hours in front of the computer searching for an opportunity. I know we are meant to be together as my nights are sleepless looking forward to the day we unite. My days are spent reading about you, studying you, spending my last dollars on you, drinking you, talking about you and making lesser versions of you. I respect you whether you are short and round or tall and skinny, when you are sweet or bitter, light or heavy. It used to be what's on the outside that counted but I now know it's what's on the inside that matters. 

I hope this letter has answered some questions about my commitment to you. I'm sure you still have questions around my qualifications and skills and that is fine. I feel it's best to talk about things and we should do that. Give me a call and you won't be disappointed. Please, craft beer, give me a chance. It will be the best decision you ever made.     

Truly yours,

Burr Street Brew Blog (BsBB)

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