Oregon - 02

I went to Oregon. Don’t ask me why. I haven’t had any money in a long, long time, but I have somehow accumulated thousands of dollars worth of flight credit, so I used some of it to get here (or there, rather—as I write this, I’m on a train from Seattle back down to Portland).

In California I have a lot of friends who are from Oregon. They’re always talking about how nice it is. And I thought, well, I’d like to see that, I reckon. That’s all I ever want to do, you know: see stuff. So I used some of those miles I have and got a ticket to Portland. I booked an Amtrak ticket out of Union Station there, hoping to see Seattle too. My thinking was, hell, if you’re going to go to one, you might as well go to both.

And here I am, in the Pacific Northwest. My clothes are soggy as hell. The little black cat pin on my denim jacket has rust collecting at the bottom of it. I’ve been drinking coffee pretty much nonstop. Good lord, I like this place.

I miss my cat-friend, Dante. I think I will return to Oakland soon so I can see him again.

Ryan [Starsailor], aged 27—who recently decided to cut his own hair for the rest of his life, and who decided to wear only black because it’s easier—went to Seattle, Washington for absolutely no reason at all other than to just go somewhere, and while there met many strange people, and talked to many strange people, and hugged many strange people, and thought to himself, in his own brain at least a dozen times, “Well, this feels OK I think . . . !!!!”

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Laura Rokas-Bérubé, the great artist and human, took this photograph of Dante Starsailor and me in my backyard in Oakland a few weeks ago ♫

Bartender said, “You’ve got some blue teeth, man.”

I said, “Well I did just drink a bottle of wine on the street.”

unaltered by drugs, and in total silence and darkness, ryan “starbaby” starsailor went to sleep!!!!!

I don’t trust rich people, conventionally attractive people, or people who wear straw fedoras????

Or anyone who doesn’t like Led Zeppelin??????