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 Read more

Today it happened when I was doing lat pulls in the sad-ass but functional little gym we have on campus. Left side, seventh through ninth ribs caught on fire. The cartiledge severed again. Forrest Calvert. It doesn’t happen much anymore, but for years I wasn’t even able to laugh hard, let alone do a series of lateral pull-downs, let alone Read more

Oh, man! Laura Thorpe is dead! Evidently she choked on her vomit while having a seizure in her bed in 1996. She’s now the second of two eccentric people I reported on in Farmington who died not long after I moved. I didn’t know. Thorpe was the woman who in 1992 sliced open her breasts with a disposable Read more

. . . and you think I’m sexy, come on Sugar let me know!” Dammit! Who got Rod Stewart stuck in my head!!??? AUGH!!! All right, no more procrastinating! Time to work! 😦 Read more

The brilliance of the Denver skyline dies quickly in the east; the shorter buildings succumbing first, turning from hues of blue and red and silver and gold to black and white and gray. The tallest structures retain their brilliance only moments more. Then all are equal. My reflection in the office window emerges against the gray and I cannot help but look up Read more

I was standing by the office window on the second floor, looking down at the hordes of people gathered in the street. I was alone, my arms crossed as I hugged myself. If I could have curled into fetal position I would have right then. I knew it was noisy on the street; I could Read more