“Mix me a drink, Gorramit. I aim to misbehave.”
As every browncoat knows, the ‘verse is a vast place full of trouble—some dark and ugly, some warm and inviting. But that trouble is strong kin to the freedom that keeps us flying. To weather the good along with the bad, a few critical ingredients should always be rightly considered and well met: a sturdy boat, an honest crew, a reliable firearm and a stiff drink.
*In the days to come, I will introduce myself a bit further by offering another freebie ebook. (Probably Paraplegic Zombie Slayer, one of my favorite pulpy shorts.) If that sort of thing deters you from offering your email, better back out now. (Or of course you can always download the drinking guide and unsubscribe later. Hey, we all do it.)