Listen, I’m all about charity. I even make sure my accountant lists some on my taxes every year to pad my return. I’m also a pretty generous guy, too. One time, when I was in a good mood, I completed a beer trade that wasn’t completely lopsided in my favor. It felt good, too. So you can’t call me a shitlord.

But I donated $50 to this beer charity and I didn’t win a single thing. That’s kind of bullshit, no?

They should broadcast how many people contribute so I know my odds of winning before I donate. Sure, I guess helping out is nice and all, but what’s in it for me? My time ain’t cheap, you know.

Like this one I did last month that was run by Dekkera Brewing for German Shepherds or whatever. Sure, great… love dogs. Woof woof. I’ve got lower back problems too. Did I win? No. Is my money really going to help dogs? I may never know now, but I would’ve felt better about it had I gotten a bottle or two. 

I guess it’s also on me to be better at selecting which charity raffles I enter into. I usually just go for the ones with the best prize boxes, but those tend to garner lots of donors. I wonder if there are any smaller causes that could use my money more? Just want to make sure I don’t end up empty handed with egg on my face.

And now this Melesa’s Wings one, too. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sympathetic to the cause. We all know cancer is bad and all… but what about me? What about my needs? I’m suffering too, you know. My cellar is really low right now, I could have bought some #whalez on secondary for the price of that donation. I feel like adversity is subjective.

I guess I’ll donate and hope for the best. I like to think I’ve put enough good karma out there to get some back at some point. Just last week I was at a bottle share and I held back from taking a full pour of Hill Farmstead Double Barrel Aaron. I am a wise and generous soul; but there is sadness to my wisdom.

Donate to Melesa’s Wings now for a chance to win some amazing raffle prizes, or at least to think about someone else besides yourself for once.