It's been a while since I've done one of these. Maybe you're reading this. Maybe you're not. And who are you, even? I'm really bad at beginning things. Once I'm in them, I fall into a groove, into something. But right now? It's like, what the fuck do I even have to say? How I can I have nothing and a lot to say at the same time? I'll tell you what I'm doing here, at least. Every night for over a year now, I've consumed one beer (sometimes two), typically made by an Ontario craft brewer. These beers usually end up on my Instagram with tasting notes and, occasionally, something vague about my day. I get some likes, but not a lot. Here's the thing: No one reads Instagram posts. So the other day, I was like "Michael, you oblivious idiot: Instagram is a visual media platform. No one is reading your essay and pretentious fucking beer reviews. People see your sometimes pretty pictures, and they like it or they don't." So ...
or, Michael drinks beer and writes about anything