May 11th, mid-morning
It's too hot. It's too cold. There's too much death. It's the moon, let's go cause more. You lot are hard to please. Be happy, gang, life's short. For most of you.
Speaking of happy, there's a woman in downtown Aspen claiming to be a medium who's quite vocally unhappy about the Cirque's arrival. She's not a medium, she's a fraud. A psychologist with a fast internet connection and fair background checking skills feeds her information through an ear mic. Moderately clever, I'll give her that, but counterfeits disrespect the dead. Does anyone feel like having some fun with our plaintiff local mystic?