GPR
Denver, CO
One night John and I were out drinking. There was a winter weather advisory, but we ignored it and headed down to the dive bar that sold French Fries and played Funk on the jukebox. Two buckets of fries, five beers, five shots of tequila, twenty bucks in the jukebox, and one water later we headed out into the night. The snow carried us at warp speed and took us to another place, and a bag of mushrooms. The lights streamed through our eyes as we tried to communicate to our surroundings in a language only we could understand. Later someone suggested we go over to their house to watch the Decline of Western Civilization: The Metal Years. We squeezed into a car. Paul was there with his bike. There was no room for the bike, so he held it out the window as we drove through what was now a blizzard to our destination. Later on, I recall eating M&M’s while watching Chris Holmes being interviewed by his Mom’s pool.