by Ned Steel
I didn’t want to go. I didn’t fancy myself as much of a “people person”. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I was anti-social or anything but talking to complete strangers about something, even if I was passionate about the subject, was a foreign concept to me. But I had been asked by a friend to go. Someone I respected. Someone that was counting on me to make some new friends.
I drove past the small shop twice before realizing where it was, but that was probably in part because I was looking for a place called Stubby’s rather than what was written up on the marquee, “Texas Brewing Inc.”. After gathering myself, I nervously made my way inside, looked around the small room filled with tables, beer, and people. People with anxious eager faces. I’m not sure what it was that made my switch turn on. Maybe it was the looks on those faces… eager to please. Maybe it was that they looked more nervous than I was. Whatever it was, I felt comfortable in my own skin and caught the eye of one of the fellows in the corner. Continue reading
