As Rob Zombie said on Henry’s Film Corner on IFC:

"Cool comes with a paycut."

  You said it, Rob Zombie (FYI, his new movie makes Natural Born Killers look like the Incredible Journey). And with that, I’ll be spending this July 4th celebrating a pay cut and my independence. I don’t like the way this wine world is turning right now, so I’m getting off.

  If I really want to effect some serious change on this business, I have to redistribute my weight, get a better grip, and leave my middle finger free. I’m gonna miss everyone I had the honor to work with at my shop; they are a rad bunch of committed(all definitions apply) people who know their shit and love what they do.

  But I won’t miss:

1). Salesmen - Not to be confused with wine reps. Wine reps sell wine because they love it. Salesmen would just as soon be
selling tires or time shares. (See my rant on this topic  HERE ) I will miss ALL of my wine reps.

2). Tourists - Hey, we’re all tourists at some point, right? Just remember, you don’t have to act like a tourist–pleases and thank yous apply in all time zones.

3). McWine - I’m so super-psyched to know I will never have to spend another minute with a (to name a few) J. Lohr, Constellation, Gallo, or Canandaigua rep or their manufactured juice products ever again. These are the used car salesmen of wine. And you don’t like used car salesmen, do you?

4). Dry cuticles - Don’t laugh. Cardboard boxes dry the shit out of your hands. And mine are just started to look like they belonged to a girl, after years of bartending.

5). Beaujolias Nouveau - Out of all the wines in the world I will not miss you most of all. The only way it should ever be drunk is when you’re already drunk, in Beaujolais, preferably out of an 80 year old Frenchman’s recycled gas can. It should never see a bottle. And if so, no one should ever ask you to pay even 2 bucks (eh, hem) for it.