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The can of Meister Brau brings me back to reality.  The tasting of fine ales and lagers is abruptly returned to actuality.  My plight is back among the wretches of society.  I am returned to my lowly background.  The can of Meister Brau speaks to me, “So your shit really does stink.  You’re back to me.  I am your reality again.”

So your shit does stink

reality strikes again

you hate it so much

The German and English beers were merely a tease; a taste of the other side of which I am no longer privy.  I could be depressed at losing the finer things but at least I have once tasted them.  That is worth something and I cling to it.

Finer things in life

coming in minute portions

special occasion