For all the jokes I make about my love of beer, there's just nothing funny about this.
The manager of this small market/liqour store was stabbed and killed by a man who tried to steal a beer. A beer?
People from the neighborhood were delivering candles and flowers while we were putting together the story.
A wife loses a husband, children lose their father, a man loses his brother. All this pain over a beer. I know the good in the world outweighs the bad, but the bad always seems so much worse.