I moonlight as a daytime bartender at the neighborhood dive bar. It started as “something to get me out of the house a couple days a week and keep me from doom-scrolling Twitter” to “I need this job to pay-off medical debt accrued when I drove my car into a wall like a suicidal dipshit in the only industrialized country without nationalized healthcare.
T…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Rooster to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.