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Karen Niemeier
Houston, Texas
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I was in eighth grade when I tried my first beer. Some kid had found a 12 pack of Oly out by one of his dad's wheat fields. The can's were faded, obviously they'd been out there a while, but we were stupid, and it was beer, so we drank it anyway. Oly doesn't taste very good when its fresh, this beer was just plain skunky.
--Excerpt from Paul Arensmeyer's life story
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