I’m standing on the deserted sidewalk of a town ridiculously named Sheet Cake, staring at a run-down warehouse. Not just any building, but one I’m supposed to magically turn into a successful brewery in a matter of months. It is ground zero in a cascading number of bad decisions I’ve made lately. This is why I don’t listen to other people. It’s why I work alone, why I shouldn’t care if my family teases me about being a control freak. Because when I loosen up, even a little, I end up here on my thirtieth birthday, questioning all my life choices in a tiny Texas town.
