i went over the bros' house to see who wanted to go to portland
two hawks' priorities are in tact... he stayed home.
mike was down for the cause... owen decided not to go, for obvious reasons
wifi in the streets
stang-loc decided to get in on the action, so we picked him up on the westside
got to portland in no time
mike is constantly on his computer at bars. i think it's his security blanket, or maybe his mother just nursed him too long
then said that he wanted to 'get radical' and just started pissing his pants. it was a weird situation for everybody
then we fled the scene, and went over to the Sandy Hut on the other side of the river. there bathroom had a little graffiti problem
all the hotties flocked to us...
in herds
then we headed over to this bar called My Father's Place
where more pidgeons started to nest
the good times are killing me
we got pretty tired. so we just decided to sleep in the car
after the shitty sleep our morning was pretty much thrashed... but we found this talented barista and he got up hyped for burnside
the session was epic. then we decided to head out to the falls
