/ by Damon Lavrinc

A Budweiser at 7:05 AM tastes a lot like confusion. Drinking cans of beer at abnormal hours while camping or tailgating is a regular practice for any weekend warrior, but sauntering up to a bar with a box of Dunkin’ Donuts sitting on it before the strollers have even hit the sidewalks, and ordering alcohol devoid of orange or tomato juice, requires a certain commitment to drinking—one where clocks are nothing but a bunch of dumb numbers on a power trip.
A 7 AM Bar Crawl