I was in Chicago and making not the most honest living, and when that well dried up I needed some way to pay for art supplies and crap, rent and food and things. A friend said, ‘I can get you a job bar-backing. Just tell them you’ve worked in a bar before. Really, a monkey could do this. It’s easy.’ So that was it. I started bar-backing and worked my way up, helped run a super-high volume bar, living the crazy bartender life that actually does exist is some places, and then that life g...