Mother fucking ducks
I've moved to Springfield, OR for the time being. All my visits prior convinced me this is a beautiful fucking place, and I'm still discovering the wonder and possibilities.
I've never seen a place so dead fucking serious about their team. Like, there was a lot of red in Fresno over the Bulldogs, and won't forget the death march of people in sweatshirts and hats, toting coolers and teeny chairs for the game. But these guys are like, crazy. I was using my in phone gps, been a life saver, but has its days when I don't understand what the fuck is going on; and I end up in a cul de sac. Two houses had Oregon flags, and one of them was mother fucking DUCKS GREEN. Like, beautiful house, but the whole things was "ZOMG GREEN". Intense.
Went for a walk today with diddly dee, and stopped in at a few antique shops. Those things are huge. I hadn't been one in awhile or something, but the shops are made up of one person who owns the building or something, and several people who have sections where they display their stuff for sale. So they are huge mazes of things, with beautiful classic equipment, and collectibles and amazing bits of memory. There was a flip o dex that my grandfather had and I loved to play with, marbles! Marbles, I played some serious business marbles when I was young as shit.
Records, one place had a bunch of Bowie, but I have no record player. Another had beatles, elvis, JFK's speech, a bunch of news casts from 1973, and an elvis christmas record which is probably the fucking best album ever. New kids on my nuts? GET THE FUCK OUT.
Four day is almost over, kids go back to school. BACK TO SCHOOL, FUCK YEAH. COMING AGAIN TO SAVE THE MOTHER FUCKIN DAY YEAH.
I've never seen a place so dead fucking serious about their team. Like, there was a lot of red in Fresno over the Bulldogs, and won't forget the death march of people in sweatshirts and hats, toting coolers and teeny chairs for the game. But these guys are like, crazy. I was using my in phone gps, been a life saver, but has its days when I don't understand what the fuck is going on; and I end up in a cul de sac. Two houses had Oregon flags, and one of them was mother fucking DUCKS GREEN. Like, beautiful house, but the whole things was "ZOMG GREEN". Intense.
Went for a walk today with diddly dee, and stopped in at a few antique shops. Those things are huge. I hadn't been one in awhile or something, but the shops are made up of one person who owns the building or something, and several people who have sections where they display their stuff for sale. So they are huge mazes of things, with beautiful classic equipment, and collectibles and amazing bits of memory. There was a flip o dex that my grandfather had and I loved to play with, marbles! Marbles, I played some serious business marbles when I was young as shit.
Records, one place had a bunch of Bowie, but I have no record player. Another had beatles, elvis, JFK's speech, a bunch of news casts from 1973, and an elvis christmas record which is probably the fucking best album ever. New kids on my nuts? GET THE FUCK OUT.
Four day is almost over, kids go back to school. BACK TO SCHOOL, FUCK YEAH. COMING AGAIN TO SAVE THE MOTHER FUCKIN DAY YEAH.