We've Figured It Out...
Denver can be an unhappy place.
Not for me, however. While it's not Texas, I enjoy my time in the Rocky Mountains, although it seems not everyone does.
Walking down the street in Denver can make you feel alone. People don't make eye contact, don't say hello, and sure as hell aren't concerned with making small-talk. I haven't been able to figure out if it's because people are rude or simply want to mind their own business.
I've had this conversation with a friend from work, and we've come to a consensus. It appears people in Denver need more of three things:
These people need real anti-depressants, not some 'natural' or 'herbal' shit.
Not for me, however. While it's not Texas, I enjoy my time in the Rocky Mountains, although it seems not everyone does.
Walking down the street in Denver can make you feel alone. People don't make eye contact, don't say hello, and sure as hell aren't concerned with making small-talk. I haven't been able to figure out if it's because people are rude or simply want to mind their own business.
I've had this conversation with a friend from work, and we've come to a consensus. It appears people in Denver need more of three things:
- Sex
- Money
- Anti-depressants
These people need real anti-depressants, not some 'natural' or 'herbal' shit.
Labels: Denver, My Poor Shot At Humor
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