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Cap'n Squirrgle Wrote:
Bloor and Busty had a beer guy back in Athens, at Mr. Lee's Package.
Yeah, I came back for a game like 2 years after I moved away; this guy game out from inside his bulletproof plexiglass cage and gave me a hug, "Where you been Chrees. Business no good since you leave. hahahahahaha"
That dude was the beer god of that particular ghetto for sure.
Is that the place on the Eastside across from the Kroger? Wasn't it a gas station/keg store?
If it's the same place, I used to buy our kegs there when I was a freshman and sophmore. AKA the Underage Years.
Mmmmmmmmmm shitty keg beer. *sigh*
Normaltownish, iirc. I know the place you speakof...The dude who owns 5 Points Bottle had an interest in that place, so depending on availability, we would sometimes swap kegs with them...one time I hauled 3 kegs of Purple Haze over there, and receiving in return a package of FILTHY PORNOGRAPHY, to stock up our bathroom.
And who DOESN'T have a beer guy. I have several. One in Mobile, who let me keep like 20 surplus cases of beer and wine last summer, and one in Dalevill who makes massive, possibly techincally illegal deliveries to my dad's place to keep us floating in booze. I say possibly illegal, because I have seen my dad hand him stacks of cash in a roadside BBQ joint, with some kind of wink/nudge/massive threat of violence.
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