Yes yes. On Saturday get up and prepare to go to Portland to see RL fucken Burnside!!! The drive up sucked it's like 3 1/2 to four hours. We get up there and get our hotel room Kris works for the hotel chain so he gets us like 60% discount, fuck yeah muthafuckaz. We hop on the litte trolly thing up there and go down town. It's a bit of a walk but hey that's ok. We went and got some thai food the first time I'd had it and pretty damn good. The we go to the show. This cat Daniel Johnston is on first playing acoustic and singing. He can't play nor sing real well but he has the best fucken lyrics. He's singing about bloody rainbows and how he's drinking his life away even though it's only cool-aid. Lotta purdy ladies up there in Portland at least at the show. I need to get quick buzz but the don't make strong drinks like long island ice teas. So I just order two gin and tonics at a time. There's two bars and I switch back and forth between the two so one doesn't say "hey I think you've had enough, this is the eighteenth time you've been up here. RL comes on Fucken awesome!!!! His show is great. He only plays like forty-five minutes but what do you expect he's like eighty years old. We wanna get some more drinks so we start walking back towards the direction of the hotel looking for a bar. We see a bunch of "club" bars with a shitload of people listening to techno shit. Then we see one that looks more downhome. We go inside and the have no liquour but oh well we're already pretty buzzed. I order Black Butte Porter of course. After we're in there for awhile TravisD tells me it's a gay bar. I look around and realize it is. Funny stuff well if they don't care we don't care. The bartender was really nice. Was he really nice or did he want a date from on of us after it closes? We walk back and I black out of course. The next day I said I don't remember walking back. Sunny TravisD's lady friend says I didn't really walk back as much as kick my way back. I guess I was throwing cones and streets in the middle of the street and off the bridge. Good thing no pigs were around eh? Funny thing is I remember when we got back to the hotel. Kris wanted more beer, I was drunk enough but fuck it. He asks the lady at the counter where the nearest liquor store is. She says "you can't drive!". Which wasn't our plan. We start walking to the store then Kris says it's almost closing time so we start running. Two drunks running down the street running for more beer to beat closing time. Ha Ha. Got some Heineken's and past out soon after.

Sunday I was the first person up and the first to get to the Heinekens again. Kris and I had a couple of those and we all proceeded to walk around Portland a bit. We got some pizza and I got another beer. One thing I trip on is everywhere the have imports and premium domestics on tap in Oregon, and some places you can't even get bud, miller, or coors on tap. I like that!!! We went to a cool record store and I got a Daniel Johnston tape and a kick-ass Black Flag video. Head for home (GP).

The motherfuckers who DC and NY can suck my dick and hairless scrotum.

Sweet Motherfuckers at the Bamboo Terrace tomorrow, yes yes. More Oregon to come.