Ah sweet, sweet Colorado. How I love thee. Home of Lon Chaney, Jello Biafra and Ellis Wyatt. Adopted home of Midas Mulligan. Conveniently bisected by the Rio Norte Line. The brisk, mile-high thin air enveloping your purple mountains is enough to get a brother downright stoned. Especially when it’s inhaled through a bong. And the omelettes. Those magnificent omelettes.

Sure, John Denver was responsible for some of the most abhorrent music ever known to mankind, but you can hardly be held responsible for that. After all, he was originally from Texas. (Explains a lot, don’t it?)

SELA will always be "Home" for me. And I fully anticipate being dead by 40. But if for some reason I wake up one morning and discover that I’m an old man, chances are that if you need me, I’ll be in Colorado. Probably Denver or Colorado Springs, assuming I’m unable to locate Mulligan’s Valley.