allonblack

I just had a 90 minute conversation with my father that I really needed. That felt great and good Christ did I need that. It's so great to just be two redneck fuckers on the phone talking cars, talking life, talking beer, just being good ole boys.

I miss that so much about Wyoming. Everyone out here is very much: Self Involved, way too serious, and thinks everything is ironic so they wear funny t shirts. Oh, the over inflated sense of self importance is a dirty disease running rampant through PDX.

I walked up to a friends house the other day in my nylon bomber jacket that looks like leather, and instead of saying "Hey Jay!" I get a "What's that jacket made out of?" with a snide look. I said "dead Nylon babies fucker, I'm going to go eat some meat"

Thanks Portland!