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Saturday was fun. Killed hookers, pedestrians and cops in some "play until you die" style GTA with Derrick, Miquel, Tim and Mike (heart goes out to you, buddy). Saw Eli and Joe for a bit. We had a couple beers and enjoyed their rum. They took off into the night and Derrick and I went to Putter's to drink and talk. The walk home was cold, and I fell asleep with a dog on me.
Last night I went to Michael's apartment on Mississippi. A couple of his friends from the Old Country (Pasco, Washington) were in town. We had 3 cases of good beer; Crimson Wheat, Mirror Pond and Broken Halo. I've been told before that wheat beer isn't for everyone, apparently for it is totally for me. I loved it. We mostly played Wii games (his 360 was broken, no Rock Band!). I slept on strategically arranged couch cushions.
This morning we went to Muddy's cafe. I ate Tofu prepared like scrambled eggs with several different types of peppers, potatoes and whole wheat toast. We then went to Ground Kontrol. It could be best described as three intense bouts of Mortal Kombat II, two less intense rounds of Street Fighter Alpha 3 and one nail biting game of Blitz '99. And in Raiden II the fucking walking tanks things killed me, again.
When I was walking from Ground Kontrol to the max stop I started getting sad. Portland is an amazing town, and it's hard to leave it. Homesickness is anticipated. Where I will live seems like a tourist town, and those are just facades. Everything worth wile will be discovered and exploited in days.
Ahhhhhh ah ah ah
Got to get use to it
Ahhhhhh ah ah ah
Living in this shit town.
Last night I went to Michael's apartment on Mississippi. A couple of his friends from the Old Country (Pasco, Washington) were in town. We had 3 cases of good beer; Crimson Wheat, Mirror Pond and Broken Halo. I've been told before that wheat beer isn't for everyone, apparently for it is totally for me. I loved it. We mostly played Wii games (his 360 was broken, no Rock Band!). I slept on strategically arranged couch cushions.
This morning we went to Muddy's cafe. I ate Tofu prepared like scrambled eggs with several different types of peppers, potatoes and whole wheat toast. We then went to Ground Kontrol. It could be best described as three intense bouts of Mortal Kombat II, two less intense rounds of Street Fighter Alpha 3 and one nail biting game of Blitz '99. And in Raiden II the fucking walking tanks things killed me, again.
When I was walking from Ground Kontrol to the max stop I started getting sad. Portland is an amazing town, and it's hard to leave it. Homesickness is anticipated. Where I will live seems like a tourist town, and those are just facades. Everything worth wile will be discovered and exploited in days.
Ahhhhhh ah ah ah
Got to get use to it
Ahhhhhh ah ah ah
Living in this shit town.