December 2010
10 posts
“Portland is a city where young people go to retire.” ‘Bout sums it up.
What's with today today?
My left hand smells like the hair of the guy I was making out with last night, my right hand smells like the vomit I’ve been spewing all day, and the pores on my face keep bleeding out Jose Cuervo fumes. I just want to be high and order Chinese (again). This is exactly how I pictured it. It gets better.