My opinion, and overall enjoyment, of Colorado Springs has been markedly improved by the fine company of one Mr. Mad Dog. Well, that and a bar named Jack Quinn’s.
I have been without internet access, for the most part, for the last few days. And for a true fucking net junkie such as myself, this is nothing short of a completely bone crushing withdrawal.
I am having a dark personnel moment. And it seems to have lasted four days.
I’m a lucky mother fucker like that.by