|While reading an article last night about fathers and sons, memories came flooding back to the time I took my son out for his first pint.
Off we went to our local pub only two blocks from our house.
I got him a Guinness. He did not like it, so I drank it.
Then I got him a Kilkenny-s, he did not like that either, so I drank it.
Finally, I thought he might like some Harp Lager. He did not. So I drank it.
I thought maybe he would like whiskey better than beer, so we tried a Jameson-s, nope!
In desperation, I had him try that rare Redbreast, Ireland-s finest. He would not even smell it.
What could I do but drink it!
By the time I realized he just did not like to drink, I was so fookin shit-faced I could hardly push his stroller back home.