So, there I am. Me. Thinking, "But what possible photo could I have?" And then I remembered that night. That one fateful night I'll never forget. As the tawdry details flooded my memory, I began to search the shelves of my liquor cabinet. Surely, surely it was here! It must be! It's not every night one finds oneself both the subject of betrayal and veneration as beer mascot, simultaneously. To lose my only momento of the night - the only reminder of the wicked betrayal suffered when the bonds of brotherhood are broken - would be tortuous to consider!



Ah ha! It was there, a bottle of Reverend Maxwell's private reserve. E'en as I think about it, I seeth with the need for revenge. He knows what he did. He knows just as well as he knows that one day, maybe soon, he'll get his!