It has a nice old bar, with six different beers on tap: Yeuling Porter, Rolling Rock, Heineken, Whitbread, Guinness, and Samuel Smith Pale Ale. There ...re two pool tables (less arguments that way!), and an old jukebox which contains an assortment of music equaled perhaps only by the one that used to be in “Dirty Franks” bar twenty-five years ago. But that’s not surprising, that’s where I got a few of the selections some of my favorite songs. Overhead hang Tiffany Lamps on a dimmer switch, I like. Adam replied “Yeah, I bet you have when someone has worked as hard as you its only natural, besides its almost the weekend you can soon relax and put your feet up,” and at the same time he could not take his eyes off her legs. Mrs Clarke knew it. She confidently asked, “ Almost the weekend yes but still seems far away, are you any good with your hands?” He quickly answered, “Yes indeed I am why do you ask?”“I was wondering if you would like to give my feet a massage,” Adam nodded. He could not. There were about 3 other people in the room with me, one of them was passed out with his shirt off and a broken bottle of rum laying next to him in a puddle.... Scratch that, a pile of puke. We were all just sitting around talking while I rolled a blunt.Then, it happened..."NO! FUCK YOU!" the last words of a brutally intense argument ended with those words and the stomping of a women's heels impressively sounding throughout the entire house. That's when I saw her. At that point, my life felt. She was planning on getting her four-year degree in just three years including all of the summers in between. It was possible, so we wished her well.So we were in Colorado for the entire month of July. It was certainly not as hot as it would be back home and we could see snow on the mountain peeks. We were situated on a mountain lake with a few other cabins scattered around the shore. We had our own dock to sit on, fish from, and to dive off of. Except the water was ice cold. That particular.