Driving down Stark Street earlier today, my stomach empty and my mind full of memories, I reached back into the part of my brain that holds the enchanted thoughts that led me to move to Portland. Oh, the vegan paradise! Oh, the unabashed weirdness! Oh, the affordable prices and the tax-free shopping! Oh, the public … Continue reading Is Portland, Oregon Really a Vegan Haven?
I sip on a six euro coffee and whiskey, feeling the sun gently warming my skin. The foreign, sticky layer of sunblock shines upon my face; I’m no longer in Portland. An aroma mixed of coffee, cigarettes, and wine hangs in the air despite the slight breeze, and dozens of people chatter in Babylonian tongues. … Continue reading Cafe Iruña Musings
Stark Street Blues "Romancing the Stone" = Romanticizing the Zone I don't really remember that movie, but I do recall how much I wanted to be here. How much I wanted to go there how I worked and worked and saved and sacrificed money and time and friends and jobs and careers and family and … Continue reading Stark Street Blues
Sitting here in the cafe, an old, obese, grey haired man with a plaid flannel shirt and holey sweatpants hobbles in past me, the pungent smell of body odor, alcohol, and days-old-underwear suffocates me. He sits down, scribbles something on a piece of college-lined paper, holds it up to the light to focus his eyes upon it, and … Continue reading Random Thought of the Day- Bukowski’s Fragrance