I have a secret to confess. Even though I am a bartender, I’m not exactly a super hero. In my fantasies I wear a cape of many colors; earn a sizeable income solely by writing novels, making movies, imbibing great drinks and traveling the world. In my reality, however, I am just another ambitious dreamer who sometimes wears a uniform instead of a cape and travels by car through local traffic to reach my destination. Luckily, my uniform comes equipped with an arsenal of booze, lots of fresh juices, fancy chilled glasses, really big ice and a bar full of people just waiting for me to make them something delicious.