I slid onto a sticky stool at the local tonight, slapped my engraved Reschs Appreciation Society Badge right on the hardwood bar like a sovereign citizen presenting a passport and commanded the bartender for a ice-cold schooner of Resch.
A schooner for six dollars and fifty cents on a Saturday night in the city. Are you kidding me? What, is this 2001?
My first sip hits the back of my throat like a beautiful, golden lightning bolt, instantly washing away the dust of my week and reminding me why Silver Bullets own this state.
Watching that perfect, thick white head cling to my glass while I yarn with the blokes around the bar is pure, unadulterated heritage.
It’s lifestyle, a statement. And at six dollars fifty with my badge, it’s practically a community service.
Sydney: What a city.
Dane.
