So back in the day I used to drink mostly Budweiser. I got people telling me it's not real beer because it was made with rice, and that it was bad, but I didn't care, it got me drunk and it tasted okay. Specifically, I could down a 24 pack without a hangover. It doesn't taste okay consistently anymore and I stopped drinking it, but this is a story from back then.
So I used to regularly drink a 15 pack of beer or more daily - I also smoked two packs of cigarettes daily - I was just that cool. I was working a long shutdown in Prince George - a big "green energy" expansion of a pulp mill to replace their precipitator (pollution filter).
I'd been there for over a month, and I was talking on the phone with my dad while browsing the liquor store. I see a sale on Pabst Blue Ribbon, and mentioned it to my dad. He tells me it was my late grandpa's favorite (alcoholism runs in the family). So I grab a pack and ring it up at the till.
I drink one can on the way home - "Hey, this tastes pretty good!", crack an ice-cold bud at the motel while sorting out my lunch bag and getting ready for a shower. I'd been working long hours - this was another overtime day, and I'm pretty tired. I take a shower finishing off the Budweiser in the shower (an old boilermaker trick), and crack another Pabst while making another phone call and smoking outside. I'm getting a bit tired, and don't feel like partying with the rest of the crew, so I down my third Pabst, make a lunch and go to sleep.
This was a Sunday night and the Monday shift was a stat holiday; A so-called "Golden Ringer" - 3 days of double-time pay; In the contract we get payed (and taxed) at twice our standard hourly rate through weekends and stat holidays.
Sweet.
So I hazily wake to the phone ringing and my brother outside my door banging on it with his steel toed shoes. I try to get up - SHARP PAIN! Vision blurry, ears ringing, pounding headache!
I've never felt this shitty before in my life!
I've been through bouts of pneumonia and the hallucinations caused by it. I've had bad recreational drug trips. This is worse! I think I might die!
Brother's still kicking my door so I worm-wiggle off the bed in pain across the floor, and open it.
Then I pass out.
Wake up to him yelling in my face about how we're going to be late. I mumble a bit unintelligible. I motion for him to leave and say "Dying! Leave!"
It took me almost 20 minutes to dial the company office and relay my inability to come in to work that day.
Pabst - never again!
However, I'm not very fond of Heineken. Kinda shit tasting. I'll vote Pabst. It's a'ight.
I drink mostly Old Milwaukee, and otherwise, Alexander Keith's.
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