Wandering in and around my neighborhood downtown. Some day I’ll kick my renter out and move in myself

The end of your comfort zone is where life begins (photo: Al Hajjarah, Yemen)
Second day in Denver and jet-lag is still biting me in the arse. Had lunch with mama and dinner with Zoss-man and his lovely wife Cathleen. The city is crowded with fans for the ballgames at Coors Field. I took the 16th Street Free Shuttle all the way to the Thirsty Lion Gastropub. The bus was PACKED. People had serious trouble getting on and off. I had to stand and my nearest neighbor was in dire need of a bath; Whew!
Dude! Get yourself cleaned up!
After dinner I was no further than five paces after leaving my guests when I started laughing about something. I was in a good mood. Then I noticed a homeless guy on a bench off to the side and he got pissed off. He thought I was laughing at him. He was yelling at me, “blah, blah, blah…”
Whatever, buddy. I just kept walking. Let him think what he likes 🙂