sorry ma… i got a new tattoo

My sweet mother still thinks the "VERITAS" that I got inked on my arm back in 199.... will one day wash off with enough soap. I mean, sure, with enough soap anything will wash off, but we all know it's probably not going to happen. So while in Denver my old friend Tom Taddeo and... Continue Reading →

denver. how to buy pot in three easy steps.

So, Denver. You go away for the summer and come back a cool kid? Looks like someone discovered American Eagle and leather wrist bands. Good for you. On our last post in a series about Denver, we take a good, hard look at pot. Marijuana. Mary Jane. Buds. Chronic. The Cheech to my Chong. I... Continue Reading →

denver. sleeping with history.

Continuing the series on Denver, we move on to sleeping accommodations, a very important chapter in a stay. It is important to mention that hotels at one point in history were originally places you paid people to not kill or rob you when you sleep. Pretty simple. Sometime not too long ago a guy named... Continue Reading →

denver. eat it.

Continuing on our series about Denver (sounds so very 60 Minutes right?) we come to a very important segment (for an Italian)... foods. When someone says Denver, the first thing I think of is John Denver. The second thing I think of is John Denver eating a Denver omelet. The third thing I think of... Continue Reading →

denver. the city that doesn’t nap.

So, hey Denver. I had no idea what you were going to be like. I imagined you crossed with dusty trails, tread by cowboy boots, and every one of your townsfolk stoned out of their mind. Shit was I wrong. (Like I was wrong bout Amsterdam. Sorry Amsterdam.) Denver is a modern, clean, and quiet city.... Continue Reading →

denver. city of suds.

So, apparently, Denverinos (surely not what they call themselves) like beer. A lot. A whole fucking lot.  This is good because I like beer too. I like beer so much, I actually invented a TV show. That's right, invented. It's called the Brewhaha and I'm still waiting for a call from Esquire apologizing for Brew Dogs.... Continue Reading →

dear cops. I bought pot.

That's right fuzz. I bought pot. Lots of it. Pot you can smoke, and some you can even eat. And what's more… I smoked it. In my face hole. Yup. So whatchagonnadoboutit? Nothing. That's right. Mainly because it was legal, as I bought it in Denver, Colorado; the new pothead's playground. This is the first... Continue Reading →

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