Beer Club Criminals

There was a new first to Beer Club last night. After much shitty beer was drunk and Kimbo Slice fights were YouTubed, it was time to leave. But Clayton and I each had the brilliant idea to take one more beer for the road. Bad move. Just we were about to walk down the subway platform, there was cop a the bottom of the stairs, and his eyes immediately went to the brown bottles he had in our hands. “I hope that’s apple juice,” he said. You can imagine how the rest goes from here. We were issued open-container summonses, which will cost us each $25. Oh well, live and learn. Danny, how dare you let us take those road sodas with us. This is all your fault.