Portland- Fuck Yeah!
so, here i am in portland and i feel ALIVE for the first time. p-town, the last stop for the american dream before you crash into the pacific ocean. the city is filled with ghosts and you can tell the native american presence here is much stronger than back east. you can almost feel the suffering in the land. plus the bars are great and there's so much local beer everywhere you go. went dumpster diving last night with some awesome people and shared a great dinner. we had beet top salad, tea made from orange peels, and bread that only had a little mold on the top. man, those capitalists don't know what they're throwing away! i'd rather share in free food with cool people and talk about direct action to bring down the bush regime than eat cruelly prepared applebee's pesticide-grown salad and watch reality tv anyday. (i don't think i've even seen an applebee's, which must be the universe's way of telling me i NEED to move here.) i got a recipe for VEGAN CUPCAKES from a girl i met just standing in line for smokes. man, portland is the only real city left. it's inspiring to see how much your own hometown sucks when you are in a living breathing community like p-town. i'm really thinking about how my own life is devoid of REALNESS and community. it might be time to quit my job, jump on the first freight train that passes me by, and live off the fat of the dumpsters for awhile. all the way to oregon! i can't wait to start living in a place where you don't get milkshakes thrown at you just for riding a bike. (i still think that last one was a frosty) let the good life begin!
