justbreathex

I hate it when I get to a city I adore and everything reminds me of something horrible. Brains splattered against the ground near the square where I almost live, and no one can forget. The blood the sat there has made the most collected man I know fall into pices, from an event he held in another life. I do my best not to bring it up, just so i won't loose him.
We are in Portland, for once I'm eating well and making some friends. My one cool relative Debbie lives here and I think I will hang out with her today, I'm going to pick her pink and yellow flowers. Jeff is looking for tattoo places, they are hard to come by here.. someone tell me where they are I know there are a shitload but where?.. and whats cheaper?...
EVerywhere we go Stephanie finds a sugardaddy so she can have a little place to stay in, meanwhile Jeff and I meet people and she then mooches off of us, I hate it. We are going to leave her soon.