I'm back in Portland where well-dressed people walk down the street carrying laptops next to hippies in nothing but overalls, where there are signs on the drawbridges reminding you to turn off your engine so you don't pollute if you are stuck on the bridge when it is up, and where a sock-knitting convention will be held this weekend. What a great town... now if only all my friends would move here.
2 comments:
i'll come visit you and you can be my back up band.
I'll come visit you and die and then you can parade my corpse around so that no one is the wiser.
Post a Comment