Hit by a Pitch

A Nice Day in Denver in January

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playing soccer
playing soccer
playing soccer
playing soccer

The grass looks like shit. It’s so dry, drier than usual (and it’s usually dry, which is great in the summer and terrible in the winter because it makes your hands so dry they crack and you seriously try to superglue the cuts). This is what Denver looks like right now. Not all of Denver, of course. The non-fancy east side looks like this. I always feel weird calling it the “east side,” like someone might think we live in Montbello. We’re not that far east. We’re the east where tiny little Victorian houses from the 1800s line the streets and you can see downtown and sometimes there are still loose dogs running around. I always stop and try to get them and without fail, they never come to me. All I’d do is take them home or bring them to my house until we could figure something out.

I’ve been listening to Das Racist and I wish Wesley Willis had survived long enough to visit the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell. He would’ve rocked the fuck out of that shit.

Written by Tracy

January 22nd, 2013 at 7:12 pm

Posted in and life,Denver

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