I remember the oppressive heat of the sun.
I remember the relentless clouds of dust floating overhead.
I remember eating slice after slice of insanely good, and incredibly salty, pizza.
To counter all of the things that pummel you in the Palm Springs desert, I desperately needed a cold drink.
A giant tub full of chilled beer had been plonked in the midd…
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