Portland, OR

Ok, ok, one final e-mail. I am on the couch in a house of five, eight if you count myself and the other two people crashing here, and nine if you count Walter (top left picture). I can’t see how you couldn’t count Walter, so I am living with eight other people. And seven of us are enjoying our breakfast and coffee on the front porch as the last bits of the night’s cool breeze waft through the house. This is the chillest packed house I have had the pleasure of being wedged into. Maybe I should stay. Maybe next time I will.


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