This was supposed to be a shot of snow-mantled Long’s Peak, but instead it is a shot of the industrial ghetto around my job. Just outside the photo: an old semi trailer featuring an enormous, fading Diet Rite logo. Colorado, home of Natural Beauty.
This was taken from our fourth floor smoking deck. As I understand it, working for the city used to mean you’d smoke in your office, at your desk, probably a Cigarillo, with your feet on an orphan. But the goddamn namby-pamby nanny staters sent all of our orphans to Wyoming to work as rodeo clowns and Taco John’s cashiers, so now everyone smokes here.
Tonight The wife and I are going to a fancy restaurant to spend a gift she got from her job for being awesome at selling things to people in other states. Both of you will be happy to hear that I plan on taking camera phone shots of our food and, later, writing about what it felt like to eat it. Yes, yes.
I wish we had a smoking deck.
Chefs love it when you are criticle of things as you are consuming them, instant ridacule! Thanks Yelp… Blog it up dude!
I like the name. Condor Belief Closet asks questions leaves room to think even in a closet. Good Start
I have a few orphans here digging a hole in my basement that I could part with for your smoking pleasure.