About 6 months ago I befriended all-around good guy, Keith.
He's a fixture at Bar 11 but I've pulled him to the dark side of Mother Lode.
Not such a difficult task, of that you may be assured.
In the beginning he didn't like the shots of Jager that kept happening.
Don't get it twisted - it did not stop him from shooting them.
I don't recall the man ever saying no. But he'd give us the obligatory frown.
Anyway. A bunch of us met at happy hour on Saturday.
I was only stopping by so I wasn't keen on any shots. Shocker, I know.
But after an hour or so Keith made a comment, "No Jager today?"
I shrugged, "Nah, I'm not staying long."
He called the bartender over and ordered a round none-the-less.
I was confused, "Wait. I thought you didn't like Jager?"
A crooked grin crossed his mug as he made a wickedly seductive confession,
"I've acquired the taste."
Jager: and another disciple has seen the light.
It left me no choice but to quote my favorite movie drunk from 9 to 5,