sonnydisco

So it has been officially 9 years, 1 month & 20 days since I have had a friend. To some that doesn't matter, to others it may seem absurd. The fact of the matter is I moved to Rainy Ass Oregon to escape gangs (my best friend got shot 3 times in front of me and I literally had to plug bullet holes with my fingers), a really good friend of mine (Big Willy Gibson) was shot and murdered on his way back from a movie set in Venice to his wife and newborn in Hollywood for a gang initiation, I hated having to pack a gun everywhere I went (Especially Magic Mountain), found the high rent ridiculous, and cannot stand pretentious people. Yet here I am, 7 days from a birthday wishing I could move home. Will I do it? No, I came to this town of rain, meth, and strip clubs to be able to buy a home and chill. I have accomplished that. Yet I still haven't made a single friend. The sad part of this is that I'm an extravert. I can go anywhere in the world and have bros, I just can't make a friend in Oregon. There are entire websites devoted to making friends in Portland, and how hard it is because of how clicky it is. Thank God for Bourbon and Guitars.