It was many years back, and I was hunkered down at a bar in Montecito, California, a fancy little town that smells like eucalyptus and Botox. I was nursing a gin and tonic, trying to look mysterious and not-at-all lonely, when some dude tried to squeeze between me and the guy next to me to flag down the bartender.
Now, look, I don’t ask for much in life.…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Dan Dunn's Pour Decisions to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.