You can, it turns out, get Carolina bbq in Denver.

And a nice lady to share it with.

And a sunset.

So maybe, things might be okay after all.

It turns out there are still birds.

A lot of them, in fact.

Maybe shit might be okay.

Nevermind the dense haze of smoke from the North.

What's a little apocalypse between friends.

I am definitely doing my best #fatbearweek training by ruining the background of someone's Instagram moment by shoving vinegared pork down my gullet on the wall of the scenic overlook,

BUT WINTER IS COMING I NEED THE MASS.

Nothing left to do but watch the watercolors.

And scotch, of course.

There's always scotch.

Cheers, all.

My city's pretty neat.

You know, that's an abandoned amusement park on the edge of a foetid lake, I could always just Go be a Batman villain.

Times being what they are.