Say, if you never see another movie in your life, you must see this one. It has to be the funniest picture I have ever seen! Gee, I hope you watch it soon!

There are a lot of things I could say right now. I could talk about friendship and love and riding motorcyles with guitars on our backs and riding unicycles in the dark after drinking too much...

sorry...

I'm just gonna sit here and listen to the Meat Puppets and have a smoke for the memory and not write a thing.

Interestingly enough, Sprint PCS is crap. Roaming charges all over the place, phone battery completely died and won't hold a charge, and now they want to charge me nearly $300.00 for my $59-a-month plan, which I have had for only 2 weeks. WTF?! Soooo...I dumped them (thank you, 30 day free return policy!). For now, my old number is still in place, sorry for the annoyance.

A note for everyone---I have a new phone number. It is:

971.732.2706

Pass it along when you get the chance. Thanks.

By the way, I am back at 'Coffee People' on Grand Ave., and the girl working at the counter is a Goth with the name tag, 'Ashes'. This is fun, I think I am going to keep coming here.

I have been taking care of business and surfing the web for about the last 45 minutes at a local coffee house on Grand Ave in Portland, and so far I have seen:

(3) giggling, shrieking Japanese girls speaking in fast-forward
(1) Very feminine-looking transexual describing fashion and clothing in a deep voice
(1) Middle-aged woman in a Magical Fairy outfit, complete with wings, bells, and pixie-dust
(2) Gay boys (probably)
(1) Lady in full traditional Japanese dress, Kimono, wooden sandals, hair and all

And they say California is weird.

All in all though, this is a very cool town, and my new job is probably the best I have ever had. I am living with two great Catholic guys in a sweet old house way out in the country surrounded by huge trees with an incredible view of the Willamette Valley and Mt. Hood from our back porch. One of the guys is an old classmate of mine from TAC, the other is a kindly nutcase from Indiana, and we have been drinking, gorging, laughing, and jamming on ALL SORTS of instruments from the minute I got here. We were blasting tadpoles with shotguns last night. We are talking about trying to go see a good play. We are also putting together some songs for recording. Life is very, very good.

Sitting by myself in a chill little coffee house in Newburg, Oregon. I have not been this happy or relaxed in a very, very long time...

We made it in thirty-nine hours. The last great road trip in the long and hair-brained adventures of a strange and enviable duo; based in unshakable friendship, California bred, highway fed, and thirsting for all that is romantic and GOOD. Thousands of miles of desert, mountains, rivers, cities, things we had never seen all in a few brief days: this has always been our way. From here we go on to new lives---to the next great things...I am taking on the rain and mist of a seductive Northwest city; he is taking over the world of shopping carts. I possess and am possessed, by a sunbeam through the clouds, a rich moon through the trees, the endless laughter of an angel among the patchwork folds. A levy broke in my soul and what pours out now will flood the plain of God's wise choice, and nothing will ever be the same. And though we are home now, I am not here. The faces I saw and the places that spoke still whisper of songs sung in private, of smiles only felt, of souls that were buried but awaken. Let me live for this. Let these arms never loose their grasp. Let the tires whine across the asphalt forever, carrying me to the Falls at the Edge of the World.