Keep telling myself I'll blog here again. Suppose that means it's a good idea. Running a bar that has heavy social media presence means I don't have many corners of the internet I can just fucking scream to. And I'm bitter enough on facebook as it is.
The short of it is that after nearly a year of crazy hard work, I may be weeks away from owning my dream bar. I'm wrestling with the bottle again and winning. I'm several tattoos heavier and even had the pleasure of meeting one of my favourite comic writers and telling her that one of her story arcs helped me through a stint of PTSD.
Suppose that's the skinny of it. Longer blog when I'm not at work shaking cocktails and helping people play Metal Slug 2.