I was a cop.
Right up until 11:59 and 59 seconds on January 16th, 1920 when the Volstead Act took effect, ushering in Prohibition.
Now I’m a bartender. In literally one second, I flipped from one side of the law to the other. But I’m also a bit more than that. I’m the one the Boss of our speakeasy turns to when the hard things need to get done. The strong drink. The tough call. The hard kill.
I’m a bartender. With a gun. And a healthy appetite for the sauce.
I was a cop.
Now I’m a bartender.
My name is Jon Hobbes.