Front Range Bouquet

I’m fashionably early for my flight back to Nashville, and walking laps around Denver International Airport’s Terminal A, Metallica cranking at ear splitting volume through cheap headphones, trying my best not to fall asleep on my feet.

My clothes have absorbed the usual Front Range bouquet of pachouli, weed, and trustafarian BO, and despite my love for this zany place, the String Cheese Incident remains an inspiringly deplorable band. 

I really shouldn’t be out in public. And so, I lean yet again on the genius that is my pal Tommy Siegel and his brilliant cartoons. Enjoy!