I am pretty sure that is what Joe told me when he met me at the bar this afternoon. It was about 3 o’clock and I was sitting down for my first beer of the day. What better way to spend it then to invite up some old school boys. Joe immediately jumped on the invitation and was there in a matter of minutes. There was something weird about it him when he first showed up. It wasn’t the mumbling, drool, or stumbling around. I know this because he made it clear upon arrival he had no job and this was only his second beer. I love the guy. A true champion at the art of beer drinking. This is Joe a couple of hours later at dinner. One bite, two bites, eyes closed, nodding off, then knocked out. Just like that is happens to the best of us!