New Chapter

We have fled the city. The gun shots have subsided and the dust appears to have settled from my crazy homeless summer. Back in May we sold our house, making out like filthy bandits with a bunch of yuppy ass gentrified fake real-estate money. The plan was multi fold; Get my Cookie her Masters Degree, get my far too busy to enjoy shop out of the city, and get away from the exploding populated gross metropolis that was once Colorado's front range. Back to the Western Slope. Where the oil wells and meth labs run free and the raging liberal hippy douche is not trying to close our public lands in the name of freedom. Nothing makes sense to me either. I am sure that I will be just as sick of the diesel dork red neck bigot fucks as I was when I left the western slope seven years ago in search of the love, peace and understanding. I found a lot in Denver and I don't regret any of it. However, I can rant for ages about the lack of respect that all the transplants moving to my mountains shit all over. Literally littering their shit all over. Trail heads look more like a Great Dane Labrador's back yard poop pile. Anyhoo, I did not want to write this overdue post to bitch and piss and moan about SHIT. Fuck whining. My motto this summer has been to make shit happen. It has not been easy and it is not going to be but I signed papers on my own building. 2700 Square feet of happy place. Behold my forever shop.  Let the hoarding begin.