(pictures stolen from my friends)

i got into portland last night and met my friends at this shithole called chopsticks. it was cheap and good. my friend marguerite and i swapped denim jackets for five whole minutes and i ended up looking like vegas elvis.

matt turned ghost-white and collapsed in the parking lot as we were leaving and monty and i broke his fall. he had some sort of seizure for reasons i can’t get into. he’s totally fine now. he came to very quickly . . . but it was real scary!

we slept in our rental car next to lone fir cemetery. now we’re going to tom’s diner to get breakfast~