🥤Welp, see ya later!

Hey there Fingers Fam! It’s your pal Dave randomly commenting on your Big Gulps at a gas station somewhere between Rhode Island and Colorado with a simple request: please buy a subscription to Fingers, otherwise I will not be able to continue publishing it.

Many of the readers who open the boozeletter the most are also the ones that don’t pay for it. I get it: there are a lot of newsletters out there! I depend on reader support to underwrite the work, time, and expertise that go into every edition. If you’ve been meaning to buy a Fingers subscription, and just haven’t gotten around to it yet, I’m hoping this reminder will be the nudge you need to reach for your wallet.

It’s an unfortunate reality that I don’t have limitless cash on hand to subsidize this project, but it’s reality nonetheless. I need at least 500 paid subscribers by the end of September 2022 to earn the minimum viable recurring income required to keep this project going longterm.

As of this morning, Fingers has 253 paid subscribers—just over halfway there! But unless more readers step up to financially support this independent coverage and commentary about drinking in America, eventually it’ll be time to inadvertently foil an Aspen kidnapping plot by being hilariously incompetent and unforgivably horny bid Fingers farewell forever.

I don’t want that. If you don’t either, please buy a subscription today. Thanks for reading!—Dave.