Done by my boy VOICE at Certified Customs. Go get VOICE Activated Today. DF*
Add heroin to the scores of products that have been branded with President Barack Obama’s name. Cops in upstate New York this week broke up a drug ring that allegedly sold heroin under several brand names, including “Obama.” As seen in Sullivan County Sheriff’s Office photos, the president’s surname was stamped in red ink on small glassine wrappers that were peddled by street dealers. Investigators arrested five suspects for their alleged roles in the narcotics distribution activity.
Maybe we'll see this.
Ladies....and Gents come check out the Stripper Pole Olympics at SHAG this Thursday put on by the one and only Colfax Kid. It's gonna be Pole-licious. DF*
Last Saturday the Krew and I went to check out a free show at the Loft. Infinite, Maneline and others. It was what I expected of a place of that caliber. What do I mean? Typical "club" guys, girls, everyone in their clubbing best. Drinks weren't too expensive. $2.50 for a PBR 16oz'er. About 1am I go outside to get some fresh Denver Air. As I drunkenly glance off into the distance down Champa I see some guys on bikes converging on one place. I am interested to see where they are all going. I stumble across Broadway. My Cons scraping the pavement as I make my way to the mysterious location that is attracting people like flies to a bulb. I get there. not even sure where there is. I hear drums, guitar, and a throaty RAH RAH RAH type of vocal which made it all more intriguing to me. Foolishly I try the corner door under the neon. Fail. I ask the wall to help me to the open door about 20 feet away. It does. No doorman. No cover. I realize, this is an ordinary bar. But it wasn't. I walk in with no back up, didn't need it. I pass a cigarette machine. I think. Pass a few patrons. I creep to the pit. The band that was playing was hard an crunchy, heavy. I remember the drummer had no shirt on. the vocalist was thrashing it. People on the tables. The pit was angry. And people were friendly cool. I think I was there about 20 minutes and I got texted with inquiries of my location. It was the Krew. They had realized that I was gone. Wandered off to destination unknown. I got picked up two blocks away from my original location. The Loft. Went home. The next morning I thought it was all a dream. It wasn't. After internet research I stumbled upon BAR BAR. You know it. 20th or 21st and Champa. I learned that it is one of Denver's oldest bars and it was granted one of Denver's first Liquor Licenses. And, Hunter S. Thompson used to drink there. Who knew? But I take all the info I ever get from the old WWW with a grain of salt. Walking in to that bar was the best moment of that entire night. I hope to do it again. DF*
Seen this before somewhere and I thought about it last night. I want you to enjoy this as much as I did. DF*
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