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The summer I was 15, I went to visit my older, married brother in Lampasas, Texas for a week. One evening we went to have dinner at his friend's farm. They were drinking beer and offered me an Old Milwaukee. I didn't like the taste, but I was desperate to seem cool, so I drank it right down. I thought I was doing fine until we decided to walk down to the barn and look at a pig. At that point I realized I was drunk! I've had a soft spot for Old Milwaukee ever since, although they don't seem to sell it here and I haven't had any in years. Interestingly, the incident didn't seem to affect my future thoughts related to pigs one way or another.
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