Bull Elk

She was sitting up there in Fort Collins singing for whoever. She says where you from. I say Denver and she starts to sing about Denver and me. She just wants a little green to support her lifestyle. She's not really in pain; it just looks that way.

Meanwhile its rutting season, and the elk are busy at it all night. They're in our neighborhood. We hear them as we sleep. The big aggressive bull(s) pursuing the cows and inflicting some combination of pain and pleasure.

And then there was the pink haired receptionist at the LG association. Said he had a raven on his neck because that was his name.