But instead, I'm enjoying an imperial IPA at Libertarian Foods. Between the gashes that bisect downtown.
I can sit on the second level, and gaze at our foothills across a parking lot filled with late model cars.
Bonus: I also have a premium view of the plateau the previous inhabitants of the oasis used to regard as sacred. We, of course, stuck several religious symbols on top, befitting a culture of shallow depth: antenna towers, a parking lot, and the cross.
Jesus is my CEO!
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