proof of portland.
The PDX experience is officially over and while that is a bummer, I am enjoying certain aspects of Lawrence. Like being home and seeing my Lawrence Loyals. Regardless of missing home, my time spent was well worth everything (the money, missing work, the flights, etc.). The travels.. my true calling in life.
Perhaps my favorite part of seeing those unseen sights...
Terri's record player. What up.
We need more motivational sidewalks.
In Soviet Russa, cars sell self.
A faraway place... You heard lady in the radiator? Couple in the wall.
Someone's fantasy recorded on a building.
Good lookin' piece of cement.
Artistic people have way too much time on their hands. God damn.
Mulch guard dogs!!!
It's what it is. And death to it.
Rest well, baby stranger.
Keeping the romance alive.
I love flower graves.
"Hi, we're in Multnomah Cemetery..." Better than Delaware!!
Feel the importance.
Bring on the pain.
Junior's: It's not a coal miner's diner.
Elephant Tree. The poor dear.
Showing the Lloyd Center some love.
Quenches four times the thirst!
"Hey girlllll!!!"
I don't believe in much.
We're so happy together.
I'm so happy! It's a rarity.
All by itself.
Romanticism over realism.
I'm in the Saucer: smile!!
Hey cutie! The Portland Creme.
I ate Portland's official doughnut! And I was angry about it.
Excitement on the motherfucking outside.
The VooDoo doughnut. Raspberry insides. Delicious.
It's now called Octoberville.
What's in that big O? It's little O!
Perhaps I should work here? The way I push my stomach out, I think so.
It's VooDoo.
"O rly? Fckn rly!"
A delight for the foot.
I am simply tickled.
Game face.