It’s been a
little while, hasn’t it folks? Let me personally say to what readership may
still exist that I fully apologize for my lack of correspondence. I feel like
your Bartender has been off at war, battling on front lines in some foreign
land, where the languages are raw and the customs unfamiliar. There have been a
series of near misses, close encounters, attacks from within and without, and a
slew of casualties and innocent victims.
Well, if the world insists on
becoming savage, then let us implement savage tactics back. I suppose the world
has always been this way, and only in some kind nostalgia cloud did the world
ever seem easy and free. Like the iCloud, except not totally evil.
Your grandparents’ time was not
easier. There were not more ‘honest’ times. There were still swindlers,
gangsterism, and charlatans. So be it.
We will just have to match them with wits. Get a little blood in our
eye.
It’s also summer in Williamsburg,
Brooklyn, which means everything has gone completely off the charts. The bars
are filled with sweaty want, the alcohol flowing rapid. We got beach days at
Brighton with Cava and Mezcal Tequila. We’ve got friends becoming famous over
night. We’ve got Paris Review parties to attend.
Hell,
to the outside world, my deranged lifestyle appears like some alcohol soaked
vacation. In reality, it is fraught with peril, life obstacles, and one or two horrible
mishaps on my part. As time crawls forward toward the unknown future, even your
Bartender has to come to terms with some life lessons that are both a little
scary and a little exciting. As my step-father told me and what now I must
begrudgingly accept: “Life is full of trade offs. You can’t have everything.
The moment one door closes, another opens”. Shit, I spent most of my trying to stuff the
whole circus through the exit door. Guess it doesn’t work that way. Not well, anyways.
That’s why I love the bar world. When
you’ve got your elbows comfortably placed on the old wood, a nice bar stool
under your ass, a half-drunk cocktail on a wet bev nap next to you, you are the
Everyman. Everyone can get a drink (unless you’re an asshole, see previous
blogs). One sits, dreaming about the
future and past in one moment, consulting the ice cubes (and of course your
bartender) for advice.
Everybody
drinks to find their own version of solace, even if that solace means falling
off your bar stool or languidly, eyes gently closing and opening again,
ordering another cocktail (your fifth) at 6pm.
My solace came in the form of being
really, really, really nice to people. I spent years as the sad, angry writer,
alone, me against the world, roaming from Eureka, California to Boston, from
Los Angeles to New Orleans, notepad clutched between my bony fingers, scrawling
whatever sad ass shit I was composing at the time. I felt as if the pen and
paper was the only thing holding from spiraling off into the abyss. I’d work
shit job after shit job, just to get by. I would sleep with anyone who ever
showed me any attention (which does happen sometimes). There was no way out of
the dark tunnel, and I yearned for some kind of quiet death in a basement room.
But alas, death never came.
Now my philosophy has changed. Now
it’s all about changing the circuits the other way, reversing the flow.
So now, as you all sit at my bar,
allow me to describe some helpful advice to help the flow go your way too.
Everybody got their drinks in there hands? Good. Let’s raise our glasses to
pontificating bartenders!
The Happy List.
Not a ‘bucket list’ jerk off. Bucket
Lists are lists about places you want to see before you die and adventures you
want to go on before the Fat Lady sings. I’m not talking about that. I’m
talking about the ‘Happy’ List. It’s easy. Take out a piece of paper. I want
you to write five things that, during your day, really make you happy. Not
people, not banal things like Iced Mochas and shit. I’m talking about actions
that you absolutely love to do and could not live with out. Let’s take my happy
list from 2006.
1. Sex
2. Alcohol
3. Writing
Not the most creative guy at the
time, and I’m not saying my happy list has changed much since, but it was a
start. Maybe you have knitting on yours. The point of the happy list is to
isolate things we love, and often times forget to do. Do you know how much shit
we do everyday we don’t want to? Do you ever ask yourself why you continue to
do that? If the mind is a garden, then whatever blooms in that dirt is the
exact reflection of what was put in it. So what happens when all you put in
your head is shitty free NetFlix movies, The Walking Dead, Starbucks, traffic,
and arguments with your significant other? Ugh. I don’t even want to know, but
I’m sure De Kooning would love to paint it.
Write out your Happy List and
attempt, with great power and belief, to do those things everyday. Trust me.
Things will begin to improve dramatically.
Somewhat Healthy Lifestyle
You ever hear about those kids whose
parents never let them play in the dirt and they always end up sick? Bacteria
is incredibly important to the immune system. It’s like a continuous reminder
to the body to keep up its action. Why do you think New Yorkers always seem
super thin and remain attractive? Do you know how much bacteria probably exists
every time we walk out the door, ride a subway, or open any door? Jesus Christ,
it’s like an orgy of disease and bacteria over here. That’s why the Muslims
hate us so here in the Big Apple and try to fuck with us, because we are just
having way too much of a good time here. We have to work 30 jobs, pay absurd
rents, deal with an insurmountable amount of bullshit on the regular just to do
simple mundane activities, but we know how to have a good time. But to continue
to live the way we do, we must, eventually, come to terms that the human mind
can only stand so much, and if pushed too far (which can happen daily here),
even a rational person as myself can literally go bat shit crazy if not careful.
I used to joke when I was young that I wanted to be crazy. The scary part comes
when you actually become crazy. Yikes.
Now crazy is not only regulated to the 5 Boroughs, it can happen anywhere. So
listen to my mother advice she recently texted me:
-Matthew, please eat, drink water,
do exercise. Try not to drink hard liquor and stick to wine and beer and do not
take drugs for at least a week and tell me if you feel any different. Love,
Mom.-
Wow. Sounds like a person who knows
me, huh?
Make Peace With Your Enemies
I know this sounds crazy. Enemies?
It’s 2013. Who’s got vendettas out there? Well, as an Italian person, I am
prone to some of these. Like I’ve said before, there’s only one thing Italians
love more than food and sex and that is vengeance. We look for any opportunity
to implement ‘projects’ out of people. However, most recently, I tried to
imagine all the people that I have sore feelings about and narrowed it down. I
then tracked these individuals down and stuck out my hand in apology. Now,
these people did not deserve any kind of apology from me, and should have been
the ones, most certainly, to apologize back. But I did it to clear my conscious,
so that my Karma was clean. It’s like what you do in A.A. or something, or
converting to a religion. Except it isn’t a religion, it’s me setting out to
make things right.
Anger and resentment will crush you
and eventually eat you out from the insides. Trust me on this one. I’ve had a
Doritos bag of chips on my shoulder all my life.
So drink up, kids, and I’ll try not
to be such a stranger. I’ll let y’all know when I’m a millionaire. Then I’ll
buy the whole bar drinks. Till next time.
YEAH. FUCK THAT SHIT.
CAREFUL WITH THESE.
OH ITALIANS. WHAT CRAZY THINGS THEY DO!
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