May 30, 2008 18:44
::tearin ass in a mini cooper in downtown portland. cut some dudes off then wait for pedestrians an let em catch up.
::the Hobo's harp was fleeting and the jowls of the yuppie fucks wasting free time with depressants were painful and embarrassing, I watched with supreme interest and the man sputtered on for near ten minutes then into silence yet his muscles continued the motions from memory, he doesnt want to stop but their insults let him know he should the shit he wades in just for the free beer and chicken, but instead he continues on for me in a silent display of his artistic outlet. just for me he did this and allowed me to hear what i wanted to believe was vibrating between us. suddenly he stops and places the harp back in his pocket coughs up a lung, and upon hearing some more shit talk he turns it back to mental hobo status, laughs, raises his beer and says, "yeah, we got this party down." ... that man was everyone i know, but he just took that last wrong turn.
:: set up gone awry. it was on this side then on the other. then the dude "LLCoolJ" reminds me of the south. funny/strange/saw it coming. and the shit out his mouf! "too many to estimate"