We’re here. One of my favorite places. My grandpa’s assisted living center. I’m don’t mean it sarcastically. Staying here (and this isn’t my first time) beats any accommodation. The people here are awesome. When I’m old, I’m going to be as crazy as I can. Even if I am completely lucid, I will feign a mild…
Poem: The Four Essential Elements
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An Unfortunate Series of Political Perspectives
by LukeSpartacus •
Recently, I entertained taking a job that would have had me directing an office tasked with registering un-registered voters of disadvantaged economic backgrounds. It would have focused on African American communities. While debating whether or not to accept the position, I mentioned the gig to a few friends and family. What surprised me was the…
Poem: The People Who Laughed At The Moon
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Life At The Broadmoor
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Ultimate Jenga in Denver
by LukeSpartacus •
Remember Jenga. Do you remember being rushed to the hospital after an errant blog of wood became lodged in your face? Then you don’t remember Jenga. Not real Jenga. Not Jenga for men. Jenga took this guy’s face off. But he’s still playing. And Jenga for men was played last night in Denver, CO at…
Holed Up In A Resort While CO Burns.
by LukeSpartacus •
Here we are, holed up in a resort, while Colorado in every direction burns. I can see the smoke from my balcony, where I’m typing this. TK is here for a business conference and since our road trip brought us to the area he invited us to crash here for few days at “The Broadmoor.”…
The End
by LukeSpartacus •
It wasn’t supposed to happen. I did everything I could to avoid it. I generously budgeted the precious commodity–time–to have plenty of it to spend with friends grabbing a last beer, or final coffee, a closing conversation, a definitive night of debauchery etc., where we could all sigh nostalgically and offer mutual allowences of how…