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onramp year two 2002
onramp year one 2001
Dustbin days- 2000
Friday, Dec. 07, 2001 - 3:17 p.m.
so i hung out with korinna last night and we went to the charm bracelet art opening. there were many people there who obviously drove cars by their clothing of expensive leather shoes and one layer of black clothing. it was difficult not to make fun of them as they complained about having to stand around in the cold and rain with the rest of us. the art was really amazing abd you couldn't tell the difference between the "real artists" and the rest of us. it was very interesting but as korinna noted "the glasses to shoulder bags ratio was running high" or something like that.
we walked over the bunside bridge into downtown and checked her post box. and walked into northwest early this morning. korinna and i were sitting out in front of a plaid pantry (think seven eleven but a goofy portland name) we were just waiting for the overnight shift at kinko's to start so we could make some copies in peace.when out of no where wandered this guy in a purple vinyl jacket and bright yellow rain pants. he was shouting at cars or people in cars, we weren't sure which. when he became intelligable we heard,
"i wouldn't fuck you. MY PENIS IS PRECIOUS. i only fuck poeple when i'm in love with em"
we thought it was funny but we were trying not to laugh lest he try to actually talk to us. later on we kept giggling in our sleep deprivedness about precious peni and how precious was supposed to describe babies and kitty cats.
we stayed up until i went to catch the first bus home at 5:30 after making mental lists of bad zine names. laughing insanely and helping her pack distro orders. i wrote this in my note book on the bus ride home:
this time in the morning always tend to freak me out a bit. i'm running into joggers, dog walkers, and people just getting up asking me if i got off work and i tell them no, i wasn't partying i was hanging out with a friend. hoping they don't ask anymore questions cause i'm not in the right mind to deal with they morning feshness after hours of caffiene dehydration.
the city is foggy and i can see the lights on the top floors of buildings but i can't make out the shape.
i catch the bus and make a double take out hte window as i see punker kids making two mistakes 1)being up before 6am and 2)playing a hippie hacky sack game in a bus shelter.
all these people are getting on the bus with rolling luggage with the collapsable handle. you know like the middle aged ladies that infest community colleges. those ladies alays bugged me cuse they sit in the front row and think they know everything and their damn luggage as a backpack takes up so much fucking room in a crowded hallway.
i was a little crazy then. i only had 4 hours of sleep since and i have piles of buttons to make and zines to fold and my sister is coming to see me... well really the new puppy at our house.-alex
***MICROCOSM PUBLISHING***we make 1" buttons, stickers, shirts, and patches. we also distro recrods, books, zines and more. this is how joe and i make a living
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