My family doesn’t usually dwell on death. I believe there is some sort of inherent understanding between us that life will go on without us, and so we had better jump back into the flow as soon as possible. For a while, reality cracks in the face of death, like a mirror we didn’t know we were holding...
Read MoreThe convoy of KSUPD vehicles soundlessly pulled out of the parking lot, and the barrage of red and blue lights dispelled down Claflin Road. I rubbed my eyes, peering after them, making sure he was really gone..
Read MoreThe initial assumption that I had about the people of Colorado’s San Luis Valley was that the cross-section of the bar-hopping population and the weird-shit-seeing population would be a significant, large blob of a primary color that would look great on a tourism pamphlet you’d find in an ATV rental shop...
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