Two and half weeks into summer and I forgot how it began. It had something to do with an 18 hour drive to Colorado. With a stop at a Vegas buffet where we observed beached pale whales melting in the sun. I wondered if the butter was melting out of their bodies or if it was just being baked in for safe keeping. Later, In Utah I was pulled over by an officer in shorts. He gave me a warning for driving 85 mph. But really I was driving 100.
Uh
When we got to Denver we explored, ate, walked to St. Mark's and felt tired. I was told that in terms of coffee shops, the indie kids hang out at St. Mark's and the hardcore ones collect at Paris. Later, the sun and rain started to coexist so we said what the fuck is going on and went to go eat Thai food where I forgot that I should stick to mild.
Morning 1
We were actually spying on the kingpin in white
We drove to Denver to visit him
We were going to go on a nature hike,
but it was too hot so that turned into a nature walk
but we were even too tired for that so it turned into a nature picnic
TURTLES AND FISH
Cat life in Denver
I never thought I'd find the answer in Utah, at a truck stop diner in a town called Green River