Heineken, the second worst import

I guess Heineken is not really that bad. But lord, it is not that good. Damned vendor beer. The village was in fine fettle tonight, though. Nothing like wandering around on a Sunday night getting drunk in public. On the positive side of things, I managed to walk the village without being asked for change. On the negative side of things, I did not steal anything or scam anyone. So really what I am saying here is that life (bad simile to follow, skip ahead if sensitive) is like something that has both positive and negative aspects. Maybe a battery, or maybe more like a bleach shampoo. Your hair is clean, but your scalp hurts.