in as far as anything is
really interactive. I mean.. really.

Bunch O Fives
Pillow Tiff

Beginning with an ill-advised pillow-whispered honesty, this beer develops in flavour over a clumsy period of back-pedalling and self-incrimination, subsiding briefly for a moment of angry introspection, before a final attempt at self-justification explodes with senseless frustration into a mushroom of abuse, any meticulously remembered genuine grievances drained fruitlessly in the clumsy desire to smother the predominant feeling of stupidity and impotence, as the general feeling that if you can't make yourself feel bigger, you might as well reduce someone else into as much of a confused child as yourself consumes you.

Then you trump, you both laugh, and everything's alright.