postcards from the capital

...nuggets of gold from the residents of the District of Columbia




Scene 1: Two boys trying on a graduation cap.

"That's how big my fucking head is"
"That's how big your fucking head is?"
"Yeah"
"It's fucking big."


Scene 2: walking downtown, carrying a bunch of flowers.

"Are those sunflowers?"
"Ah, what?"
removing headphones
"Are those sunflowers?"
"Yeah"
"You gonna get some leg tonight with sunflowers"


Scene 3: local beer-centric bar, serving New Belgium Brewery on tap.

"A typical Boulder-ite is a fleece monster who does yoga in the afternoon. But without sleeves."