When I was a boy I thought there was one, and only one Sandy in a man’s life. I thought that the whole concept of “love” was in that journey and its mistery: finding Sandy. Your Sandy.
Then you grow up, and life teaches you some lessons: for example that love is never simple. But also that Sandy does exists, although maybe it’s not even a person.
It’s the spirit we have to keep alive inside of us, the passion, the strenght, the courage, the lucidity. The promise that you’ll go on dreaming your dreams, no matter what.
And sometimes, of course, you have to come across the right beer, at least.