I Hate Craft Beer and I Cannot Lie


I Hate Craft Beer and I Cannot Lie

Illustration: Mandar Mhaskar


thought I hated beer.

My first experience with total blackout drunkenness happened when two days before my 15th birthday, I came into possession of a princely sum of 500 rupees. I decided to throw an early birthday party by buying a case of London Pilsner Strong beer. Priced at 55 bucks a bottle, a case cost 500 bucks, perfect for bingeing on a budget. My parents were at a relative’s house, leaving me lord and master of our 100-sq-foot kingdom. I got to work, inviting the four friends I had and acquiring cigarettes and some pornography. We were going to party like it was 2005.