Oh, the Smell of Success

There is a bar in Boulder that has live music. This is not special. The special part is that this bar smells. Bad. The closest I’ve been able to describe it is that it smells like skunk poo that has soaked in stagnant sea water for a week. That is the type of smell that doesn’t fade even after hours of mouth breathing.

I rarely watch shows here as I don’t enjoy smelling like skunk rectum bits. But I’ve managed to see two good bands at this venue in the last 48 hours. I’ve decided that I will spend my 30th year by going to at least one concert per week. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now (we’ll say a good 30 years worth of while). As such, I may be going to strange, new, divey-type places throughout Boulder and Denver. This will be an adventure. This will be smelly.

An Erinku:
alligator pen
protector of
speaker of
pen cup.