Friday! Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#59) with Part 4 (of 6) of 'On the Road - Philadelphia!'

“Harsh and beautiful. Tell Karl thank you. After 5 hospice referrals this week, I need this series to keep my humanity” - Theresa A. (Geriatirician & Palliative Care Doctor)

Many years ago…

“I think you should look normal. I mean, get a haircut, get rid of all the black, and go utterly straight,” my father turned and said to me over the blare of my headphones as we drove down Ashton Street.

“What the hell do you mean?”, I replied. I was 16 years old, had my hair in the standard devil-lock down passed my chin, had my required black Misfits shirt, and my battered skateboard over my knees. My father was driving us home, as I was never that great at skating.

“Go straight. Full on. Short hair, collared shirt, tie…  No one will expect it.” he said with the fake smile of someone trying to con you. “Being utterly normal looking is way more punk rock than looking like all the rest of your friends.”

Like most things my father said at the time, I knew that he was full of shit.

“I get enough of ‘looking normal’ at Catholic School”, I replied, hating that I still had another year or so to go before graduation.

“I tell you, you’d look sharp!”, my father said continuing to press the point. “Get a really nicely cut suit. I used to get mine at Krass Brothers down on South Street.” Like Pavlov’s dog and most of the times during my youth, I simply rolled my eyes once again. My father would never understand. I turned up the volume a bit more on my Walkman and stared at the bland uniform row homes drift by.

It took another 16 years for me to wise up, clean up, and start wearing suits regularly. To start dressing nice and looking sharp. Only then, on visits back to the family, did he wonder aloud why I had to dress up all the time.

… and now…. on to THE FUNERAL OF CGK, Part 4… The funeral is finally over. K and I flee into the city and to a small hole in the wall off Broad Street that I spent way too many nights at 15+ years ago when I still lived in Downtown Philadelphia. Yes… though there is no sign (but murals all around), the locals know it as the great Dirty Franks.

Like all the previous posts in this series, the musical accompaniment will be one of his favorite songs. My father was the one that pointed me in the direction of this artist and started on this particular road. So with that… three… two… one… Musical Accompaniment… and GO!

Next week… the Epilogue. 

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30 MILES OF CRAZY! 4 Star Review at Comics Bulletin!

30 MILES OF CRAZY! 4 Star Review at Comics Bulletin!

"Though 30 Miles of Crazy has, as its subtitle, “True-ish tales of derelicts, bars, and denizens of other low places,” the book is a love story, really. It documents Krumpholz’s love of his town, his friends, his lover, and, above all else, other people. Certainly there are moments in this book that focus on the raw, fucked up, and desperate aspects of humanity, but Krumpholz’s portrayal of everyone and everything, while not exactly reverential, is suffused with understanding and affection.

It’s also pretty fucking funny in parts.”

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http://www.comicsbulletin.com/reviews/7000/tiny-pages-made-of-ashes-812014-comics-for-journeys/

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'Smirk…' #throwbackthursday #tbt #portrait

'Smirk…' #throwbackthursday #tbt #portrait

30milesofcocktails:

Tooey’s Off Colfax
1521 Marion Street
Denver, CO 80218

“You’ll never leave this bar with your dignity intact”, the bartender said as he slid a Lone Star and shot to a friend of ours. 

Kelly took another sip of her cider when I gestured toward Marion Street outside the bar window. 

“Is it me or has that guy with the green duffle bag just keep walking passed the bar, up and down Marion, every 15 minutes or so? It’s getting pretty ‘Truman Show’ out there…”

We were sitting at the bar and our local watering hole: Tooeys Off Colfax. Kelly finished her pint of cider and ordered a Newcastle. I have finished my whiskey and moved on to a glass of Montenegro. Our friend finished his shot, turned around, and glanced out the window at the tall lanky man with the bag strolling past.

“The guy with the green BUM bag? Yeah, he’s been around for a couple weeks. One of the ‘Off Colfax Players’. Kind of homeless, but not crazy enough for the real Colfax as of yet.”

We’ve been Tooey’s regulars for the last couple years. We’ve had good nights there, we’ve had bad nights there, we’ve had incredible nights there, we’ve had several art shows there, several 30 MILES OF CRAZY! stories have been set there; in the end, we’ve probably spent way too much time there. No matter what’s going on when we walk into this bar, we are guaranteed a good drink from a great bartender and conversations covering everything from World War I, Shakespeare, the pros and cons of the pot economy, the merits of any numbers of the bottles of liquor on the back shelf, and which hobo came around during the day. Doesn’t matter, though – when you become a regular at a bar, it’s your second home, and the rest of the regulars are family.

It’s hard to pin down and define what kind of bar Tooey’s (named after the owner’s cat) actually is. Aside from its close proximity to our place, this mystery is one of the reasons we like it so much and keep coming back. Is it a dive bar? Not really, though most of the regulars are beer-and-a-shot people. Is it a cocktail lounge? Not really, though Ryan N. has put together a decent cocktail menu as well as a fine selection of scotches, whiskeys, and a full shelf of local and regional boozes behind the bar. Is it a sports bar? Not really, though they have a screened projector TV and infrequently show a game or two if there is enough enthusiasm from the regulars. Is it a venue? Not really, though bands and DJs play there frequently (We highly recommend Denver Vintage Reggae Society (DVRS) events as well as the blues-infused ‘Biscuit Lunch’ nights.) 

No… the only thing Tooey’s should claim to be is just a great neighborhood bar with a cross section of widely divergent regulars from the neighborhood. Sure, there may be an internet jukebox (which are becoming way too frequent in many bars), but you can make that work for you. After a couple rounds, Tooey’s is the only place where the regulars try to out-do one another in music wars in an attempt to find the weirdest (and sometimes most annoying) songs to play. You may hear a cross section of Edith Piaf, Nick Cave, Dropkick Murphys (ok… that was one of mine), Charles Trenet, Duke Ellington, The Melvins, Lesley Gore, and the Muppet version of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody.’ (Christ… I had Chicago’s ‘You’re the Inspiration’ running through my head for three days after the last music battle. Damn you, Dale.) 

Honestly, the best example of why we love this bar is this: most Sunday afternoons the regulars get together and have a pot luck buffet. Sometimes it’s themed, most times it’s not. It’s just a moment in the week were we get together, share a moment, and meal with each other… like a family… which is what your best bar friends are. 

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30 MILES OF CRAZY! CIRCUS!: On The Road: Philadelphia continues.

Here’s a sneak peak from this Friday’s 30 MILES OF CRAZY, where the funeral is (almost) over in Philadelphia, we’re at a classic bar off Broad Street, and we get back to drinking one of the area’s best beers (and Oldest Brewery in America): Yuengling. 

Growing up in the area, I never thought it odd to go into a bar, order a ‘Lager’ (or a ‘Porter’), and you would always get a Yuengling product. Until years (and living in several other cities) later when K pointed it out, it never even occurred to me that ordering a beer by style (rather than by name) was really… quite odd. However, that’s always the way it was (and still is since my last trip there) with Yuengling in the Delaware Valley. It’s still one of the things I really miss from that area (though I’ve heard it’s beers have made it’s way up to Massachusetts, where we’ll be next week! There may just be a Yuengling/Narragansett drink off…)
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30 MILES OF CRAZY! CIRCUS!: On The Road: Philadelphia continues.

Here’s a sneak peak from this Friday’s 30 MILES OF CRAZY, where the funeral is (almost) over in Philadelphia, we’re at a classic bar off Broad Street, and we get back to drinking one of the area’s best beers (and Oldest Brewery in America): Yuengling. 

Growing up in the area, I never thought it odd to go into a bar, order a ‘Lager’ (or a ‘Porter’), and you would always get a Yuengling product. Until years (and living in several other cities) later when K pointed it out, it never even occurred to me that ordering a beer by style (rather than by name) was really… quite odd. However, that’s always the way it was (and still is since my last trip there) with Yuengling in the Delaware Valley. It’s still one of the things I really miss from that area (though I’ve heard it’s beers have made it’s way up to Massachusetts, where we’ll be next week! There may just be a Yuengling/Narragansett drink off…)

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Rainbow over Voodoo Doughnuts. #Denver #5280 #rainbow #voodoodoughnuts  (at Voodoo Doughnut Mile High)

Rainbow over Voodoo Doughnuts. #Denver #5280 #rainbow #voodoodoughnuts (at Voodoo Doughnut Mile High)

BOOM! Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#58) with Part 3 (of 6) of ‘On The Road - Philadelphia. 

This week continues with Part 3 of ‘The FUNERAL OF CGK’. Yes, this week… children play with coffins. You all knew it was going to come to this. 

Again, please note that this comic is TWO pages. Not only am I doing my first multiple chaptered continued storyline, but I’m doing in numerous paged installments. ONWARD AND TO THE FUTURE!!!

Like last week, the musical accompaniment will be one of my father’s favorite songs. So, three… two… musical accompaniment… and GO!

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30 MILES OF CRAZY! CIRCUS!: On The Road: Philadelphia continues.

Yes, this actually happened. When people wonder about me and my family, this is the sort of thing I point out.
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30 MILES OF CRAZY! CIRCUS!: On The Road: Philadelphia continues.

Yes, this actually happened. When people wonder about me and my family, this is the sort of thing I point out.

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Ridership touchdown! Man Or Astroman at the Larimer Lounge #Denver #bars #manorastroman (at Larimer Lounge)

Ridership touchdown! Man Or Astroman at the Larimer Lounge #Denver #bars #manorastroman (at Larimer Lounge)

Friday! Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#57)

Once again it’s time to leave the charmingly grim and gritty Colfax Avenue (fun for kids of all ages. Just make sure you got your shots) and the Mile High City for the cheesesteak-clogged arteries of Broad Street (and place I once lived for far too long), Philadelphia. With it’s water ice, Mummers, and ‘Bullies’ (1970’s Flyers’ joke!) for Part 2 (of 6) of ‘On The Road - Philadelphia’. 

… and yes, we are still at the funeral. Trust me. It was a weird day. Also … yes, these were all things actually said to me. And lastly…. yes, my name was almost  ’Hans’ (and my uncle still calls me that, refusing to use my given name.) Can’t decide if I dodged a bullet or not with that name. 

Like last week, (no sarcasm) the musical accompaniment will be one of my father’s favorite songs. So, three… two… musical accompaniment… and GO!

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