Every chapter will be Denver.
I am stuck here. In Denver. In Colorado where I was born. That brief travel time as a fringe rock and roll superstar was just that; brief. 636 more words
As a timid twenty-something I had no clue, as to what lay behind the self-pleasuring rabbit head, slumped against the gallery wall. Nor did I understand the meaning of two characters in camouflage, pulping tomatoes with their chests, till the place smelled like a Bloody Mary at breakfast. 677 more words