At Least They're Committed

I was walking down the Cherry Creek path listening to my iPod and thinking about how it always seems like a good idea to just roll out of bed without showering but how halfway through the day as I look in the mirror and this scary-ass chick looks back I always regret it and how nice — yet terrifying — it is to finally have some answers in my life and maybe have hope, when this 35-ish guy with a bad leg and too much booze in him started to shuffle past me and then stopped and pivoted on his good leg as he watched me go by. As chance would have it, America’s Daisy Jane was just getting over and A-7’s Critical Acclaim  had not yet begun so I hear this guy, in a gravely, Nolte-esque voice, croak, “Nice ass!!!” And I wasn’t sure what to do about that really, probably ignore it, but instead I said “Thank you!” and kept walking. Not sure why, but I thought it was funny. And as I was telling Deanna bout my walk, she says, “Better to be scary-ass than hairy-ass.” I completely concur.