"You know what I mean."
I walked three blocks back to work from Taco Time.
Corner of Willamette & Broadway => down Broadway
Guy rolls by on a bike: "Nuggets?" he asks me.
"No thanks."
Cross Olive => down Broadway
Guy on a bench: "Nuggets?"
"Uhh . . . Seventy-sixers?"
"You know what I mean."
Of course I do.
Turn at Charneton => down to 8th and into the Strand.
Up here to write about it.
Seriously. Two times in three blocks, I was propositioned for the sale of marijuana.
The funny bit is that on my way out to lunch, some moron asked me if I had any.
Dude: walk a fuckin' block, eh? Not so hard.
I love this town.
Corner of Willamette & Broadway => down Broadway
Guy rolls by on a bike: "Nuggets?" he asks me.
"No thanks."
Cross Olive => down Broadway
Guy on a bench: "Nuggets?"
"Uhh . . . Seventy-sixers?"
"You know what I mean."
Of course I do.
Turn at Charneton => down to 8th and into the Strand.
Up here to write about it.
Seriously. Two times in three blocks, I was propositioned for the sale of marijuana.
The funny bit is that on my way out to lunch, some moron asked me if I had any.
Dude: walk a fuckin' block, eh? Not so hard.
I love this town.