Germany Part Three

If you know my good pal Trey Reis, you might know he makes some stellar tunes. If you know me, you probably know I have too much time on my hands, ergo: music video. (I'm still working on parts of it. I'll update when it's finished. Listen on headphones; for some reason speakers aren't picking up parts of the song.)

Portland Panda Preservation & Procreation Project

Dillies is a Bar about a block away from where I used to live. Hardly anyone goes there so it’s a nice place to drink without being disturbed. If you sit by the window facing New Seasons (a chain of well-kempt grocery stores in and around Portland), you can watch as hundreds of well-dressed, attractive people rummage for groceries with miniaturized, streamlined shopping carts. If you drink enough alcohol, it’s enough to make you throw up.

I sat by that window for an entire day once. When New Seasons closed, I just picked up my drink and migrated to the back room, where they keep the barely functional piano, extra tables, and stacked up analog televisions: This is where I met the guy who got me addicted and arrested, the guy who, probably, saved my life. I think his name was Bill. He was very Chinese. He was dressed as a Panda. We fell asleep. A garbage truck woke us up.

Moving Around

I moved back to Oahu last week. I'm not sure how long I'll be here or where exactly I'll go once I leave, but I'm enjoying it for now. My little sister has doubled, possibly tripled, in size. My mom has gotten really involved with her church (I'm going to a concert or choir-thing they're putting on later tonight). Gary is still Gary (I'm getting him chess pieces for Christmas so we can start playing again). The biggest change is that my Grandma moved back to Korea. Her not being here really makes the house seem emptier; no more baby sitting, no more improvised sign language, and a lot less Korean chatter; Rebecca has even stopped talking in Korean, which is strange because she was better at it than English last time I was here.

My room has got all the same stuff in it, all arranged the same way as I left it. I've been going through a lot of old drawings packed into drawers, they're mostly crap but still fun to look at. I'm making a note not to burn these like I did my old drawings in Iowa.

The Hundred in the Hands

Baths

Willdammit