“Ye may talk o’ gin and beer
When yer quartered safe out ‘ere;
And yer sent to penny fights
And Aldershot it.”

Fall of 2017, before I determined that it was too much adding to my girth, each night I would pour a jigger of gin in a large red disposable glass and add a bottle of Yuengling. One was enough for me.

It’s too sweet.