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.
In this mini pour, I share honestly about needing to pause. Fatigue and sparks of pain have made it hard to focus — and since this podcast is about honesty, I can’t pretend I’ve got it all in me this week.
Episode 6 will come next week, and it’s a deep one about emotional undernourishment and loneliness in relationships.
For now, thank you for giving me space to show up human, not perfect. This is A Quiet Pour.
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.
