If you would have told me in January that I would still be in the little town of North Vernon, Indiana three months later bartending, I would have told you to put the crack pipe down. I’m not a bartender, I’m a writer. So what happened? Why did I put my life on hold to be a small town bartender? Grab some popcorn, or a latte, or better yet, a good craft beer and settle in for a minute while I share the story.