March 2007


Step One:  Drink as much as you possibly can.  I’d suggest beginning this step as early as possible, perhaps even a few days before your actual move.  That way your body can be more unreliable and useless than you ever thought possible.

Step Two:   Make no actual plans for as to where you will be sleeping every night.  This adds a certain element of excitement to the end of each day, and gives a gentle haze of sleep deprivation to everything you do.

Step Three:  Underestimate the amount of stuff you have.  No scratch that, grossly underestimate the amount of stuff you have.  That way your unreliable, useless, hungover body will take the maximum level of punishment available.

Step Four:  As you already underestimating the amount of stuff you have, take it to the next level and also make sure you have a vehicle that is laughably small.  That way you’ll know where you’ll be spending the next twelve hours of your life.

It was my first day back in Portland after a hectic weekend of packing, loading, visiting and yes, drinking in Connecticut. Walking home from work I was witness to several panhandlers. One was different, though. He was  playing air guitar, air drums and basically being a one man air band, and singing rather loudly to War Pigs by Black Sabbath. As I walked past him trying not to smile, it dawned on me:

It’s good to be home. 

Lots and lots (and lots) of people find our site by searching for guns, prostitution, and boobies.

I console myself by imagining the utter disappointment in their eyes.