So here it is. I work all week and when Friday comes I want to let loose. A little? Nah, alot. (side note) Some think that DenverFrank doesn't have a real job and updates this site all day or tattoos for a living. Oh how they are so wrong. I do put in a 40 hr week like no one's business. A real job like that dude on Office Space who gets hypnotized into thinking that his career is unimportant. A job that if I miss one day everything shuts down and its all awreck. So back to letting loose. I go to the liq and I can't decide what poison to put into my liver to start the weekend. I stare at the 20-pack of Bud Light then think "uh, it's Bud Light." I normally drink for effect so I instead reach for old reliable, Red Dog. I have been down with the dog since someone showed me batman and batgirl (Red Dog drinkers know what I mean). At a Buck-Oh-Nine how can I miss. So now, after two of them I can only think like Jim Morrison that drinking is like gambling. My gamble tonight is where i'll end up. the Solution? Pt's? Roxy? Imperial Lounge at Crown Lanes? Well again, maybe you'll see me, maybe i'll see you. If you do see me take a pic with me and it'll be on DenverFrank before you can recover from that hangover. PEACE!