Man of privilege

Before the psychologists and life coaches were invented, there was this guy. The gatekeeper of the untold, the medicine man, the fortune teller, the one-time-pal, the healer, the host. He would listen to all of your troubles, determine how fucked up you are and serve the proper amount of the proper thing to make it better or way worse, depending on your chosen path.

Nowadays we call him a bartender and he’s just the means to an end. Cheers.

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