I’m in Portland now! Spent the day at Powell’s books and just drivin’ around seein’ stuff and reading Jack Kerouac and feeling really fly. Found a great book about trainhopping on the cheap there so no complaints. Also, girls, hipsters (but not the pretentious 12 year old ones) and graffiti you could shake a stick at.
Oh and seeing an open boxcar running was pretty cool even though nobody was in it. Today was magical I guess and I’m too scatterbrained to explain but it was even though I was mostly asleep.