The Abby Bar is the Shangri-La of freedom. No managers, you’re in charge, no doorman. You’ve got to bust your asses, but you’re in charge. The only way you get a job at the Abby Bar is by drinking there. Alcohol reveals your personality, and the bartender is always watching. I was a regular there, talking about how much I didn’t like my job, and one day, this bartender Joe Lazzari, was like, do you want a job? I was the first person hired there in about three years.
“there’s no security, no insurance, you can basically sleep with anyone you want” — and that it’s nearly impossible to escape the environment once you’ve gotten wrapped up in it