Yep, he brings his cooler of Natty light to our house.....in the city.....with 2 liquor stores within a block & 3 breweries in walking distance. Because Lord knows the kids have beer Armageddon going on in their fridge with their "Modus Hoperandi" & their "Rogue dead guy", not to mention their "Fat tire" & Hazed & Infused".
This behavior is what I like to call: the Doomsday Prepper, Redneck style. It's what happens to my Dad when he visits us in the city. He must be totally prepared, armed with his Natural Light, protected in his own cooler from the likes of "Sweaty Betty Blond" (Dad it's a wheat beer) & "Wooly Booger Nut Brown Ale (I really really want to see his face when he reads the label)
The city is a scary place, so just kick back, relax, & just watch all the sweaty, hazed & infused dead guys go rouge on their critical mass fat tires chasing Betties from your high rise balcony with your cooler of Natural light.
Ahhhhhhhhhh, Just. Like. Home.