A document about 'that' summer tradition

Pshhh!

Glug glug glug glug...
(Sound of pouring into a glass)

Gulp gulp gulp gulp...

Ahhhhhhh!!

It is no exaggeration to say that I worked hard today
just for this one glass.

The rich white foam and
its unique, delicate, and striking color.

The bubbles rising from the bottom
create a sense of freshness.

As if to say, 'Please, drink me already,'
the chilled glass is desperately trying to guide
the liquid into my mouth before I even realize it.

The young boy who was told, 'You'll understand when you're older,'
and who wondered, 'What's so good about this stuff?'
is nowhere to be found anymore.

I have already become a captive of that substance,
and before I knew it, even my memories have been rewritten.

Bitterness is the best.

The throat-feel is pure happiness.

How much does a single drink
contribute to world peace?

How many people's hearts
does a single drink capture?

Does a single drink
bring about changes significant enough to alter a person's life?

Today, too, I think I'll”that guy”to meet
try my absolute hardest.

PS: I am not an alcoholic.

Well then, until next time.
Excuse me.