Some blame it on the rain. Some blame it on the woman.
I blame it on the altitude.
As well as the Keystone Lites, the Hazed n’ Confused and the sissy drinks at the Happy Noodle. But what happens in Boulder stays in Boulder. It’s between me and my bar tab.
But D.H. Lawrence and Indians? I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I suspect he’s on to something.
