When it comes down to it, we are a selfish son of a bitch. We can’t help it. We have a terminal addiction to make beers we want to drink. Beer with teeth and balls. Beer we lust for. Crafted beer.
Experimentation is our Art. Revolution is our weapon. And revolutions aren’t made on formula. They just rip the tits off convention.
Added ingredients and preservatives are for hammerheads. Cheap substitutes and chemicals are for thieves and pimps
Those stupid little gunsel corporate freaks think they got us fooled with their tasteless, mindless, visionless crap.
Walk tall, kick ass and learn to speak craft beer.