Wet as a rat, in the pouring rain, I spotted a deliveryman in shorts pushing a dolly stacked with beer into Isla Vista’s Keg N Bottle. Rain or shine, every morning when I wake up, I know I can depend ...

It was Saturday, and I was drinking beer at a nameless bar in New York's East Village. Enter two 30-year-old frat bros (brotherhood lasts for life, dude), who took a seat at the bar next to me: “But ...