The first time I drank anything resembling a beer cocktail, that hip libation of the moment, was in my friend Max’s bedroom, sometime in late middle school or early high school. We were listening to Tha Alkaholics and playing Tekken, each of us equipped with a 40 of Olde English and a can of Guinness. As Max’s Lei knocked out my Jin, repeatedly, we mixed the beers into Black Eight Balls, following the dictates of “Keep it Pourin’”: Drink the OE down to the sticker, then top it off with Guinness, “to make it thicker.” Thing is, you kind of need a funnel to pour the thick stout into the small opening of the malt liquor bottle, and the mixing beers froth violently, foaming up and over, spilling on to the floor in a black-and-tan pool.

5:06 pm  •  2 August 2012  •  2 notes