I grabbed the edges of the six-foot metal basket, bent my knees, leaned forward, and adjusted my alignment as if setting up a pool shot. The basket probably weighed over 1000 pounds. Maybe close to 2000. I gave it a little push to test which way it rolled, stepped to the left six inches, bent …
Rex, his wife, another couple, my wife and I shared a big booth to celebrate our recent marriage. I called it a wedding aftershock party. A few days earlier, the temperature had dropped more than 50 degrees to below freezing just in time for our outdoor mountain ceremony. The day after, it had rocketed back …
Billy’s snores rumbled through the dark hotel room, like a dirt-stuffed garden hose choking and sputtering. He rasped more air into his lungs, like a dentist pulling back his drill before plunging forward again, penetrating deeper into our brains. Three of us shared the hotel room: Billy, me, and Wally. A little before midnight, I’d …
As Wally and I drove east on 285, the mustard yellow and tomato red of Wells Fargo and Target came closer and closer, then fell behind us. Tokyo Joe’s. Noodle & Company. Just like any other Denver plaza – but these images simmered on the front burner of my memory. It was Day 2 of …
“That wine’s dank,” the server said as she scanned the menu. My friend Wally and my wife sat by the window of Indulge Bistro & Wine Bar in Golden, Colorado, on the corner of Washington Avenue and 13th Street. The sun had set. Like hearing a word spoken in a foreign language, my brain passed …
My partner and I stood 25 yards away from the first truck as it rumbled through the bay doors and hit the rubber barrier. One worker hopped out of the cab as the other unlatched the trucks doors. They helped the truck vomit its contents into bags. Dirty pants, shirts, floor mats, towels, mop heads, …
A little before 1PM, I peeled off my headphones and glanced around. The traffic rolled lazily enough that I could almost hear the click of the streetlight’s switch from red to green. To the west, the Rocky Mountains stood like bouncers to a nightclub. Arapahoe street seemed to scoop down toward them and I wished …
“He turned around, looked at me, and said, ‘I will rearrange your face.’” Nina grabbed my leg and stretched it as she continued her story. “But you know what? I was really proud of myself. He didn’t cock his arm back. I saw that. He wasn’t actually going to hit me. So I didn’t flinch.” …
“My employees can tell you. I’ve gone from being a big dick…” he gestured with his hands. “…to a little dick.” He spread his thumb and forefinger just a couple inches apart. The crowd chuckled as he paced back and forth, like a human metronome, black hair forced into place with half a tub of …