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When I think of and drink Miller High Life, I am transported back to my childhood days of Friday nights sitting at Sofia's Pizza with my mom and other relations as they drank pitcher after pitcher of this magical elixir. I would play "Funky Town" and "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" on the table top jukeboxes, and every now and then I'd get a sip of my uncle's Miller High Life. It was love at first taste. In fact, I have never ever seen my uncle drink any other fluid besides Miller High Life -I have known him for 26 years. Now as a young adult I have a serious job; I'm getting a post graduate degree; and I'm living in the yuppie mecca of Boston. Most of my cohorts, except for the really cool and intelligent ones, look down upon Miller High Life because they think it is a white trash drink. They like to drink stupid hippy micro brews from California or Washington State that are brewed with strawberries or hemp -screw them. When I drink a beer I like to pretend I'm james dean or at least a wife-beater wearing mechanic working on a '58 Thunderbird. That's Miller High Life!
Brewed in USA.