My new hero

A friend who walks through the swampy mess that is the internet, told me about a great man. A bartender of epic proportions. He is one of the stars of slinging drinks. He calls his bar "My Bar" with every goddamn right. His name is Edwin Decker.

He catches tip-stealing ratbastards.

He doesn't let a happy-hour rush own him. He tells tells a packed bar to shut the fuck up and drink Budweiser until he catches up.

He drinks nearly as much as he serves and can walk away with a lady.

He has respect for his job and the duty to give good service but will not be treated like slime.

Edwin, you have stolen my heart. In my 5 years of serving and bartending, I have only met one other like you. Your kind gives me the courage I need to be a shitkicking bartender myself.

I just need to find a bar to call my own...