The Gateway

I remember it vividly.
Black bottle, darker liquid … but white lace.
Splashing at the bottom of the glass, brown cascades to black.
Something evil? No. Something heavenly.The first sip – a surprise of flavor.
Was it ever this good before?
The first mustache of foam – a lingering reminder of experience.
Do I ever want to put it down?Put away that lock and key.
Doors open, never to close.
Guinness – my gateway beer.