lukebunny

I suppose I owe those of you dutifully reading my updates that have been rather shit lately, some good, honest dirt. So here goes....Portland is amazing. I am staying here. I want to put down some roots in this city. A few weeks back I was having a hard time finding work and so was seriously considering leaving and doing the cross country traveller thing. I think it would have been amazing. I was in the begining stages of selling all of my belongings to finance the trip when I started to get calls for job interviews. So I revised my plans. The calls that I was getting initially all flaked out and I was left without a job. Things with Dave turned very sour, fairly quickly. Some of you may have remembered that a few weeks back I posted some stuff about being homeless. There was construction going on at the house and my room was the epicenter of it, so I decided not to stay there for a while. Of course, when I decided this, I got sick as all fuck. Some nasty martian death bronchial infection debilitated my ass. Sleeping in the car and getting caught in the rain did not help this. So I started staying at the house again. It has been uncomfortable at the best of times and getting worse and worse. 2 weeks ago I swallowed my pride and took a job pumping gas at a gas station here. For those of you who aren't aware, in Oregon it is illeagle for you to pump your own gas. It has to be done by a professional attendant....Moi. I had to take out my nose rings and I wear a red shirt. Not the best thing ever, but I run around and pump gas and don't really talk to anyone. It could be worse. I get sweaty. When I was starting to sell my things I met a guy named Rob. He lives above my coffee shop. He bought a good chunk of my records. Gave me a very good price for them. He is losing a roomate at the begining of August and when I decided to stick around he offered me the place. Great guy. Great place. I am looking forward to it very much. This however brings us full circle to the last few days....I told Dave that I was going to be moving out and he seemed fine with it. He may be moving and buying a house shortly. Everythings cool. Then he springs on me that he wants rent money. I don't have it. I am pulling together money to move into my new place. I have my phone bill. Car insurance.Car payments. I ask if we can work something out where I pay him half now and half later as he doesn't actually NEED the money. He says no. Sooo....I talk to my friends and the incredible Jenna says I can store my stuff at her place for the month till I move in with Rob. Fucking Awesome. I tell Dave that I will be moving my stuff out rather than pay rent. He says ok. I move most of it out yesterday. I stop back by the house last night and Dave is there. He says "What's going on? Are you moving out?" I say "Umm Yeah." He responds "Ok, well I've got someone who wants the room so you need to get your stuff out tonight, and I need your key" WOW. That is my first time dealing with an eviction of sorts. I thought I would have a couple days to get everything out but....Yeah. Fuck him. I packed it all up, put it in the car and went dancing. I go dancing alot. It hurts since I have not yet completly kicked my illness. But we must suffer sometimes. So yes, when I say "HOMELESS" now, I mean homeless. I am in the car for the next month till I move in with Rob. And you know what?? I'm fucking fine with that. My life has been changing and spinning out of control for months now, I'm letting go and enjoying the trip. I've fallen into a group of incredible friends so fast here, it makes very little sense to me. I wonder what would be happening if I hadn't met them? Been here 2 months now. Best place I've been so far. The offer is still open for any and all of you to come and visit me when I have my place in August. I hope some of you take me up on it.