Name dropping like an egg roll
I was telling them
I've been busier now than when I had classes
When it stops raining in Portland,
it's hard to stop
Got burnt yesterday at the Sandy River
all of Gresham was out--
it was like the Jersey shore.
It was the first time I took my car out
And taking it out is what I got it for
The sun burnt me
and I was burnt out
had a couple of beers
on clinton street
and next door they were playing
the Rocky Horror Picture Show
as they have been every Saturday night for the past 30 years.
So we went for my first time
They gave me a V on my neck
which stood for virgin
but now stands for veterans
It was crazy.
somehow, despite the chaos around me,
the sun and the beerz started to catch up--
I had trouble keeping my eyes open.
Up until 3 withe antics
Next morning Jenny gives me a wake up call at 10
for the Clackamas river
Zach knows a good spot
and it is a good spot
and Zach's a good guy
we splash a bit
and a crew from California
starting their tour
shows up
and we splash some more
into the night
they were tight
like most all all girl bands
Alots been going on
I can't remember,
One night after a Midnite Mystery Ride
I crashed next to Johnny
and Jenny crashed on the couch.
Bombing down the hill,
making noises in the tunnels
was great.
My Pirates hat
with bones on it
that matches the year of my soul
(not 1986)
Flew off and I almost got run over.
Montana who lives in Washingon
but whom I haven't seen in three years since Alaska
came with her beau
and we went to the Mississippi St Fair
Brett came to town
on the way to the Oregon coast to see his grandmother
but I think I made him wish he had more days with me.
His mind was blown by how different Portland is
from the crowded and dirty Philadelphia that we both love
1) Double drummer show at Work/Sound
followed by halfpipes and couch bonfires
and of course ending with a strange wooded hike
up to the hospital on the hill
2) Sunday rode around and got rained on
nourished with waffles,
played some footy
and met a friend from his high school
at the Kennedy School for a late dinner
3) Monday is Funday
and Brett played dodge ball
as if he weren't a 7th grade
North Philadelphia Special Ed teacher
but rather a portland punk
or a North Philadelphia 7th grade Special Ed teacher
that night 37th and Belmont went late
Tim was telling me all about his last 2 months
he ran out of money 3 weeks into the trip
Tim's a half orphan
and he's got half siblings all over the place
apparently his father was 18 and his mother
was a school lunch lady
he told me that for much of his time in Europe
he got by with a solid "Ahhhh"
accompanied by a wink.
he'd be their travel puppy,
cause he's way cute
some guy'd be saying something to him in a language he didn't
understand; he'd say "Ahhh" when handed a gyro,
and everything would be okay.
These days his estranged father is white oil tycoon in the middle east
and upon writing a letter to a man he's hardly spoken to,
was sent home VIP.
we didn't want to bike and hike home
so we shared an air mattress at Austin's.
Tim already had the puppy spot
on the floor next to Austin's bed
the other guy Lewd or Crude or Jude or something
who walked back with us to Austin's,
who, you know,
dies his hair black, smokes a lot of cigarettes
loves cocaine and the New York Dolls and all
said this had been the earliest he had gone to sleep in a week.
Upon only finding a loveseat, had me call a cab for him
I think he wound up paying the cabbie with video games that night.
The air mattress was firm when we went to sleep,
but upon waking up in the morning,
Brett and I were caved and cuddled up in the middle
only adding to the strange places that he will have woken up during his stay
3) During the week of these late nights
there was an International Conference on
Narcotics Neuroscience going on in town
I was in line for lunch
when woman said to me
"where's your name badge?"
"Uhhh it's up stairs"
Disappeared and went for lunch in China town
Later I was just looking at someone's scientific poster,
and the treasurer bitch bullied me into registering.
she grabbed my hand and
over-the-shoulder guided me to the registration desk
in front of this room full of people
she did it to intentionally make a scene
i thought it was humorous at the time,
and later hilarious.
VISA
Natalie made a social justice degree, at Goddard.
It's like I told him, there is so much injustice in this world
it makes me think that there's gotta be some
universe where the restrooms aren't for customers only
and scientific conferences are free
the night Brett left
there was rumor of a midnight Dave Chapelle show
in Pioneer square
People saw him around--
Hawthorne and wherever else, buying jeans and speakers
the word spread like wild fire
the media attributed it to online social networking
but I attribute it to word of mouth and Portland's small size
come 1 am, I thought we were getting stood up for the stand up
but he shows up with a battery powered microphone
none of the 3000 people can hear him
obviously his plan was half baked
after an attempt at larger sound,
caught up on some much needed sleep.
The last night of the conference,
the scientists had a banquet.
After dinner and beers,
I walked 3 blocks to meet Harvest
at Departure-- a club you wouldn't expect to find in Portland
something more appropriate for Philadelphia
A swanky place on top of the Nines hotel with a great view
it was his couzin's birthday
who somehow is Philipino
I don't know her, but Harvest and I posed for a polaroid
to put in her 30th scrapbook.
Huge smiles from both of us-- big teeth and all
I was tempted to steal it to show you, ah well
hanging out with Harvest is how I keep my life balanced
went back to the scientists to be polite,
there was a cheesy band: Victoria Secret Police
playing rock dance numbers like a wedding band
there were strange scientists getting funky--
I didn't want to be a part of it
but then I realized-- I've got nothing to loose
I don't have to impress anyone with any moves
so I danced silly like I had nothing to loose
Haven't locked lips since Jenelle in January
(new years day)
except for April in June
I told her on the fourth that I felt no fireworks
And don't forget about the Ghetto Grotto
with Christ and Caleb
People who don't wash are soul champions
[Egg roll cart could be plan B.]
Caleb sleeps in his van on 27th and Hawthorne.
Andy brought a bag of chips to a cook out--
he said you can't trust Tim and Caleb in a room alone with them
You can't trust me in my room with myself
cause this is the jibberish you'll get.
I've been busier now than when I had classes
When it stops raining in Portland,
it's hard to stop
Got burnt yesterday at the Sandy River
all of Gresham was out--
it was like the Jersey shore.
It was the first time I took my car out
And taking it out is what I got it for
The sun burnt me
and I was burnt out
had a couple of beers
on clinton street
and next door they were playing
the Rocky Horror Picture Show
as they have been every Saturday night for the past 30 years.
So we went for my first time
They gave me a V on my neck
which stood for virgin
but now stands for veterans
It was crazy.
somehow, despite the chaos around me,
the sun and the beerz started to catch up--
I had trouble keeping my eyes open.
Up until 3 withe antics
Next morning Jenny gives me a wake up call at 10
for the Clackamas river
Zach knows a good spot
and it is a good spot
and Zach's a good guy
we splash a bit
and a crew from California
starting their tour
shows up
and we splash some more
into the night
they were tight
like most all all girl bands
Alots been going on
I can't remember,
One night after a Midnite Mystery Ride
I crashed next to Johnny
and Jenny crashed on the couch.
Bombing down the hill,
making noises in the tunnels
was great.
My Pirates hat
with bones on it
that matches the year of my soul
(not 1986)
Flew off and I almost got run over.
Montana who lives in Washingon
but whom I haven't seen in three years since Alaska
came with her beau
and we went to the Mississippi St Fair
Brett came to town
on the way to the Oregon coast to see his grandmother
but I think I made him wish he had more days with me.
His mind was blown by how different Portland is
from the crowded and dirty Philadelphia that we both love
1) Double drummer show at Work/Sound
followed by halfpipes and couch bonfires
and of course ending with a strange wooded hike
up to the hospital on the hill
2) Sunday rode around and got rained on
nourished with waffles,
played some footy
and met a friend from his high school
at the Kennedy School for a late dinner
3) Monday is Funday
and Brett played dodge ball
as if he weren't a 7th grade
North Philadelphia Special Ed teacher
but rather a portland punk
or a North Philadelphia 7th grade Special Ed teacher
that night 37th and Belmont went late
Tim was telling me all about his last 2 months
he ran out of money 3 weeks into the trip
Tim's a half orphan
and he's got half siblings all over the place
apparently his father was 18 and his mother
was a school lunch lady
he told me that for much of his time in Europe
he got by with a solid "Ahhhh"
accompanied by a wink.
he'd be their travel puppy,
cause he's way cute
some guy'd be saying something to him in a language he didn't
understand; he'd say "Ahhh" when handed a gyro,
and everything would be okay.
These days his estranged father is white oil tycoon in the middle east
and upon writing a letter to a man he's hardly spoken to,
was sent home VIP.
we didn't want to bike and hike home
so we shared an air mattress at Austin's.
Tim already had the puppy spot
on the floor next to Austin's bed
the other guy Lewd or Crude or Jude or something
who walked back with us to Austin's,
who, you know,
dies his hair black, smokes a lot of cigarettes
loves cocaine and the New York Dolls and all
said this had been the earliest he had gone to sleep in a week.
Upon only finding a loveseat, had me call a cab for him
I think he wound up paying the cabbie with video games that night.
The air mattress was firm when we went to sleep,
but upon waking up in the morning,
Brett and I were caved and cuddled up in the middle
only adding to the strange places that he will have woken up during his stay
3) During the week of these late nights
there was an International Conference on
Narcotics Neuroscience going on in town
I was in line for lunch
when woman said to me
"where's your name badge?"
"Uhhh it's up stairs"
Disappeared and went for lunch in China town
Later I was just looking at someone's scientific poster,
and the treasurer bitch bullied me into registering.
she grabbed my hand and
over-the-shoulder guided me to the registration desk
in front of this room full of people
she did it to intentionally make a scene
i thought it was humorous at the time,
and later hilarious.
VISA
Natalie made a social justice degree, at Goddard.
It's like I told him, there is so much injustice in this world
it makes me think that there's gotta be some
universe where the restrooms aren't for customers only
and scientific conferences are free
the night Brett left
there was rumor of a midnight Dave Chapelle show
in Pioneer square
People saw him around--
Hawthorne and wherever else, buying jeans and speakers
the word spread like wild fire
the media attributed it to online social networking
but I attribute it to word of mouth and Portland's small size
come 1 am, I thought we were getting stood up for the stand up
but he shows up with a battery powered microphone
none of the 3000 people can hear him
obviously his plan was half baked
after an attempt at larger sound,
caught up on some much needed sleep.
The last night of the conference,
the scientists had a banquet.
After dinner and beers,
I walked 3 blocks to meet Harvest
at Departure-- a club you wouldn't expect to find in Portland
something more appropriate for Philadelphia
A swanky place on top of the Nines hotel with a great view
it was his couzin's birthday
who somehow is Philipino
I don't know her, but Harvest and I posed for a polaroid
to put in her 30th scrapbook.
Huge smiles from both of us-- big teeth and all
I was tempted to steal it to show you, ah well
hanging out with Harvest is how I keep my life balanced
went back to the scientists to be polite,
there was a cheesy band: Victoria Secret Police
playing rock dance numbers like a wedding band
there were strange scientists getting funky--
I didn't want to be a part of it
but then I realized-- I've got nothing to loose
I don't have to impress anyone with any moves
so I danced silly like I had nothing to loose
Haven't locked lips since Jenelle in January
(new years day)
except for April in June
I told her on the fourth that I felt no fireworks
And don't forget about the Ghetto Grotto
with Christ and Caleb
People who don't wash are soul champions
[Egg roll cart could be plan B.]
Caleb sleeps in his van on 27th and Hawthorne.
Andy brought a bag of chips to a cook out--
he said you can't trust Tim and Caleb in a room alone with them
You can't trust me in my room with myself
cause this is the jibberish you'll get.