dick_army

So, ask me how I like my extended visit to the delightlfully wretched little town of Willamina whilst I search for a crib in PDX. OK, I'll tell you:

I've been learning to love wood heat. Not really. But I do love the wood chopping; the fresh hilly air puts that grime-encrusted glow back into my hillbilly cheeks. And my tits are getting big from the exertion.

I love the townfolk. I haven't seen such a parade of idiotic white trash scumbags and mustaches since I left Ohio. It really warms my heart.

The weed sucks. My brother tells me it's because I got spoiled living in Humboldt County for five years, but not really. It just sucks. And not one bag has been weighed properly so far. (A digital scale? What's that?)

I sold my motorcycle. I can't talk about that yet, it's still too hard.

What else? I'm enjoying seeing people shop in their pajamas (dirty, of course) and I amazed by the large amount of men here that actually resemble pigs. Well, if pigs had mustaches.