elleseven

today i checked out a house in s.e. portland. it was wild.

it takes me damn near an hour on the bus to get to se 153rd and division, and when i get there the chick is a fucking hippie. and she offered me pot. and her house was a mess, although she had just moved in 2 weeks ago. she had a real cute dog though. plus, she was showing me the "yard" where the owner has all these scraps of metal with which apparently he was constructing an airplane. i saw no evidence of an airplane.

so i say maybe cuz its hard for me to say no to anybody, and i leave. whilst i wait for the bus, i buy a pack of purple big league chew. it was awesome. big league chew has been around for 25 years. neato, huh.

bus ride home:

ok, i am so far out on division this is what i see:
a man testing out a chainsaw in the street.

the chainsaw shop was like, three blocks further. or more.

i don't know if that is weird to you all, but to me it was. it was like i was in pilot rock oregon. but it didn't end until 150 blocks, as opposed to the 6 or 7 they have in pilot rock.

i don't want to live out there. its crazy.