This podcast is where black coffee meets unfiltered conversation, and a glass of whiskey makes space for truth. Hosted by Ron Eastman, each episode pours out something real — raw thoughts, quiet reflections, and the kind of dialogue that lingers long after the mic goes off.
Some episodes feel like a thoughtful morning alone in a coffee shop. Others hit like last call in a whiskey bar. Either way, you’re getting something honest. Something worth pouring.
Pull up a seat. This round’s on me.
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This podcast is where black coffee meets unfiltered conversation, and a glass of whiskey makes space for truth. Hosted by Ron Eastman, each episode pours out something real — raw thoughts, quiet reflections, and the kind of dialogue that lingers long after the mic goes off.
Some episodes feel like a thoughtful morning alone in a coffee shop. Others hit like last call in a whiskey bar. Either way, you’re getting something honest. Something worth pouring.
Pull up a seat. This round’s on me.
✨(After-hours pour) ✨ One cruel voice can echo louder than a hundred kind ones. It takes a hundred hugs to heal what one lie can wound.
In this episode, I open up about how words can scar deeper than we realize — and what it means to rewrite those echoes with love, kindness, and presence.
This pour is about the math of healing. About turning down the lies and letting the good in. About absorbing the hugs — and deflecting the venom.
I Drink My Coffee Black and My Whiskey Neat
This podcast is where black coffee meets unfiltered conversation, and a glass of whiskey makes space for truth. Hosted by Ron Eastman, each episode pours out something real — raw thoughts, quiet reflections, and the kind of dialogue that lingers long after the mic goes off.
Some episodes feel like a thoughtful morning alone in a coffee shop. Others hit like last call in a whiskey bar. Either way, you’re getting something honest. Something worth pouring.
Pull up a seat. This round’s on me.
