Why Am I Doing This
I started working in the industry at 16 when I got a job at a Sonic Drive-in. At 25 I became a bartender when our bar manager was fired for sexual harassment during the soft opening of a new restaurant. I have been in the game for ten years and have seen a lot of wild nights. During the pandemic, I lost my ability to make money bartending, like every other bartender out there. I decided to finish the degree I abandoned many years ago. I rekindled my love of writing and thought I was ready to change careers. Coincidentally, I landed a job at my dream bar a week after graduation and fell back in love with the trade. In 2023 I was diagnosed with cancer. Life changed drastically. I could barely work for seven months during chemo. I am now very healthy and happy, but the lifestyle of a bartender isn’t cutting it for me anymore. I love the industry and I’m determined to give back to it. However, I’d rather do it on the other side of the bar while I type on a computer.
Why Do You Want Me
You don’t want a stick in the mud writing your content. You want the mud. You want content that is dirty, stinking, and covered in grime. I’ve never cooked a dish I love that didn’t wreck my kitchen. A good night working at the bar always requires a thorough mopping. After a beautiful meal at a restaurant, you can bet I’m in the bathroom washing my beard. Do you want some clean-cut trust fund baby writing an article about the quality of some overaged bourbon that we can’t afford, or do you want a sweaty fat guy who understands that an old fashioned should be made with cheap whiskey and skill? Well, I’m that fat guy. I cook with lard and drink Modelo. I like Wild Turkey. I like Kraft Singles on a grilled cheese. I’m a master at all five French mother sauces and have scars on my belly from making them shirtless. I’m not the writer you want all the time, but I am the writer you’ll have the most fun with.