I had a shitty part time job summer 2009. Part of what made it so shitty is that I didn’t have a car and I got done 15 minutes after the last trolley that could have taken me home left for the night. I’d walk ten miles home each night, motivated by the two Bud Ice tall boys I’d treat myself to at the Frontier Saloon for the final push home. Nothing tasted as good as those beers.