Black Mass Blood Ritual

Last week I finally had time to take the RTD bus down University Boulevard here in Denver, get off at Colfax (once called America's longest, wickedest street by Hugh Hefner), and then walk downtown along 17th Street to Union Station and the light rail train home. Colfax is no longer the wickedest street in America, as you will be happy to hear, but despite a lot of gentrification, it still seems to attract a lot of questionable types. Which is why I usually take 17th Street, once referred to as restaurant row, and now has been taken over by hipsters. Hipsters on 17th Street, and the homeless and shady types on Colfax. Only two blocks apart and their paths never cross. In any case, during my walk, I ran across the doorway in the photograph on the left with a sign on the window next to it advertising Black Mass Blood Ritual, but only through January 2024. Was this some kind of Satanic Cult performing their unspeakable rituals? That storefront is only two doors down from the Vine Street Pub, which never reopened after the pandemic, but appears to be still brewing beer (or doing something) in the back for their sister pubs. I can imagine what that must have been like when that cult was performing their Black Mass Blood Rituals. Taking a break in the alley must have been pretty hair-raising. Each time after seeing a new headless corpse back there (and what were they doing with those heads, anyway?), I imagine the brew crew would need to open up still another keg of Double IPA to settle their nerves, if that was even possible. Just another day in Denver's Uptown neighborhood, I guess.