So my buddy in high school scored a job in the pro shop, hot dog/ beer “19th hole,” and they didn’t take inventory, he godbthe job b/c his dad was a corporate motherfucker agh paper company in town that propped up the course, anyway, the Michelin Light he stole was like an epiphany or whatever. His buddy had a van and was a fan of “Malt Duck,” if you recall.