i checked into some hostel on hawthorne for my second night in portland. i figured i'd meet some hot swedish chicks or something and make out a little...
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instead i met a guy named Guy. he recognized me from the train. after a short conversation, he declared that he wanted to buy me a drink across the street.
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he'd won 90 bucks on this video poker machine the night before, but he wasn't so lucky this time. i start the tough guy pose, as we're both from california and into motorcycles and stuff.
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Guy catches on quickly, and though i wanted to explore the town right off, i spent my first 8hrs in a bar with him. i was shitface wasted by 4PM, and Guy suggested a round of pool.
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which is right around the time when dennis showed up. he knew neither me or guy, but gave me plenty of pool tips and rolled me some cigarettes.
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me and dennis got along pretty well. dennis is a grandfather of two, married and kept asking me where the crack pipe was.
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we carried our tough guy attitude back to the hostel with us, but for some reason, blue curtains and a rainbow fan just don't convey our meaning.
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she bought me my first HAMM's. i don't recomend them as they taste like blood. like you're drinking a scab. liquid scab. the can, however, is quite regal.
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i started bullshitting with the dj who was playing excellent, excellent music. fuck, i need a haircut.
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hey that girl with the yellow hat comes into my tea shop I think
owlknees · 2007-12-15: 05:11
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I have found your secret place. I will be touching it regularly. Love, Guy
David · 2008-01-05: 22:57
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