The café. I always romanticize coming in and getting some coffee and sitting down at a table, open up my laptop and start typing away and getting all kinds of creative writing done. The only problem is when I get into the café; the people in the café ruin everything. Here are some of the […]
For the last four months I’ve been only able to get about one to four hours of sleep a night. I know that some of you who follow this blog know that this is a common theme in my life. It is something that I’ve always struggled with. I’ve had times when I can […]
Dear Pearl District, I grew up in Portland and was very surprised you started to exist. I can understand the existence of places like Beaverton, Lake Oswego and Vancouver, for not everyone is suited for city life, but want the easy access to Portland’s urban center. You, on the other hand, do not make sense […]
I think I can see the Eastern sky become grey instead of pitch black and the stars are fading away. The traffic on Lombard is starting to pick up again and I’m afraid that for the second night in a row I’ve been up for the sunrise. I’ve spent the last two hours begging myself […]
I was bullied. I was always half a foot shorter than the average kid and I did not see the world the same way everyone else did. I spent most of grade school and early middle school trying to walk around invisible, but bullies always found me. They would point out my height, the fact […]
I just celebrated nineteen years of sobriety on Tuesday. Almost two decades have passed; three presidents and Zima have come and gone. Time is playing tricks on me now days. I lived in Eugene in ’97 to ’99 and it seems like I’ve just moved back while I lived in Lewiston, Idaho in 2007 and […]
I am in the middle of moving and haven’t had time to blog in a bit, so I thought I’d repost an old blog post I think is funny. I got into a discussion about what the bases meant when hooking up with a girl. We decided that first base was kissing, second base was […]
I was riding the bus last night from work to home when I spied these two little punk kids bundled up. They were teenagers and one was a boy and the other was a girl, and they were obviously together. They looked sad in their wet clothes and soaked backpacks, but I didn’t pay them […]