I will do Lauryn's interview thing soon
Joel is one among several of my acquaintances who have drivers license pictures featuring them as sixteen year old hippies. Past Joel's hair is long and feminine, and I have it on good authority that a seven year old friend of the family once exclaimed "Joel, there's a girl on your driver's license!" when she saw it. These things come to mind while I write this because I'm sitting at the computer in his family's living room, and the wallet and driver's license are beside me. Joel also seems to have kept the receipts from the last ten things he's bought. What's up with that?
Oregon is a wonderful place, and I'm luckier than anyone who isn't here. Joel's house is at the bottom of a chasm, and several decades ago it was a brothel. His dogs are very demanding: the old one keeps stealing and hiding my shoes in what I'm told is a gesture of affection, and the young one looks at me with enormous, hurt eyes if I don't want to play "throwing sticks into the river" for several hours each day.
I don't think I want to come home, his family laughs, talks, and drinks much more than mine does, and I'm falling entirely in love with the desert.
Oregon is a wonderful place, and I'm luckier than anyone who isn't here. Joel's house is at the bottom of a chasm, and several decades ago it was a brothel. His dogs are very demanding: the old one keeps stealing and hiding my shoes in what I'm told is a gesture of affection, and the young one looks at me with enormous, hurt eyes if I don't want to play "throwing sticks into the river" for several hours each day.
I don't think I want to come home, his family laughs, talks, and drinks much more than mine does, and I'm falling entirely in love with the desert.