🇺🇸 Colfax Ave - The Wickedest Street in América - 08.12.2026

A few pics from this past week in Denver. I accomplished a little of this and a little of that… a handful of medical visits out of the way… but best of all, a few sit downs with friends for chats and hugs. Made my days when my days needed to be made. And thank you all for that.

As I was packing up at my City Park stay to return to San Francisco yesterday… I received a message in the afternoon requesting I turn myself into hospital jail first thing in the morning for direct admittance, which apparently means, I walk up to the 3rd floor with all of my gear and check-in like a hotel. Nice! I’m in the joint for malnutrition due to malabsorption… or to be clear… something is not right with my belly spaghetti… stemming from an emergency bowel blockage surgery I was gifted with last January.

So… I’m back in the land of “1,000 needle pokes-a-day,” and sequestered to the 3rd floor, and tethered to an adjustable bed on wheels… and pseudo tortured every one to 3 hours in the name of “it’s for your own good.” In the place… where they dim the lights so you can sleep… but they don’t let you sleep… they come in and wake you to do things to you… put things in you… ask you questions they already know the answers to.

It’s now past 4:30pm… and my flight has already departed DIA. The positive things… I am so desperate for resolve… I’d agree to putting anything, anywhere to have my life back. ANYWHERE!!! And I’m not NPO (at this moment) so I can eat and drink without restriction. Take away my snacks, you take away my joy… you take away my freedom!!! (Sternly delivered with a Scottish accent)

Welps… if you want to have a sit down for chats and hugs… you know where to find me. Please bring snacks…