Berg sent me out into the rolling hills, in search of a craft brewery that was in need of a serious overhaul.
Wanted me to do a little write up on the place.
Said it would help generate some carpenter bee buzz for Berg’s lifelong pal, who owned the dank farmstead establishment.
The beer was muddy poison, but at least the boozy content raised a few creative hairs on both my forearms.
Finished the article after only five cold ones, then wandered around out back and worked on a new story of my own as the sun bled out into the evening sky.
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