I Love the City...

[uber_corp]

With the wafting scent of stale vomit in the air, I walk down Market St. Kicking up my heels and saying, "Hello, Corporate World. I'm Savannah Demy, glad to make your acquaintance." On my way to pick up box tickets for tonight's Sixers vs. Blazers game, I had quite the pleasent, home-challenged (a.k.a ragged hobo), women politely ask me for a

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[new_night]

Patrick Bateman?

[uber_corp]

Wait, yesterday I was a Stella, now I'm an American Psycho? I don't recall comparing one menial business card to the next or hacking hookers up with chainsaws, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So....thanks? Back up off this!

[new_night]

Your disgust with the homeless will evolve into late night hobo stabbings.

Just call me Stabs, from now on.

[uber_corp]

That is very perspective...But how do you know it already hasn't evolved into that? I do have quite the strange addiction to Huey Lewis and the News. Huey is apparently going to save rock and roll while I stab homeless folks.

[anonymous]

You know what's more gross than that? Watching a gutter-punk girl puke twice in the middle of one Broadway intersection and walk away from it...
*Blarggh* *step* *Blaaaaarrrggghhh* *smile and pan handle*
Meanwhile, I'm leaning one-armed against a telephone poll trying not to 'taste the rainbow' in reverse. Oh Portland, where would I be without thee? How can a city exist apart from people sharing vile bodily functions in public? How can I exist apart from the city? I am one with street-life vomit...What a happy place...
~Rachel

[uber_corp]

I miss Portland...I want to come home.