My first thought was in New Orleans as a college student we always bought Milwaukee’s Best $2.99 for a twelve pack. Then I remembered Jeff Huska! He was a troubled kid adopted by the folks who lived next door to us in Bethlehem PA. We used to walk to Junior High together every morning. We had a nasty plastic flask that we hid in the bushes on our route. We used to fill it w anything from our parents’ liquor cabinets. All kinds of nasty shit mixed together. We’d hit that on the way to school. His parents caught on when they started marking their bottles. Kids aren’t smart. But I can’t say I was disappointed that that got shut down. I was basically a goodie goodie jock trying to hang w Jeff, a known troublemaker. 🤷♂️ Years ago I googled him and found out Jeff was in prison.
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