And that, I think, was the handle... that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark... that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
-Hunter S. Thompson
To whom it may concern,
My name is Ronald Tobias Horton, Toby, Hey you, and several expletives. I recently moved to Portland, Oregon, from Las Vegas. Things up here are 132% different and quite a bit more in line with what I need to be happy, I think. Vegas is for the young and uninformed, and those who are able to ignore it. So... Here I am Portland. See you at one of the many McMenamins around town.
I was born a poor white child in Boise Idaho. My mom is a serial monogamist and a wonderful woman. My father is probably more like me than I would like to admit. But I wouldn't really know since I haven't seen him for most of my adult life. I used to drink a lot, do crazy things, date crazy women (apparently), and was very cynical. I spent a lot of time trying to fit into some weird niche in Vegas. In moving I wasn't running away. I think I was running away while I was doing all of that. Moving was more like climbing out of the smoldering wreckage that was my life in Las Vegas. If I had it to do all over again I wouldn't change a thing. Well... maybe a couple of things. But more in the fashion of "If I knew then what I know now I would have ruled the world". So it's probably a good thing that I don't have it to do all over again. I probably wouldn't survive a second go round.
My hobbies include: Thinking, waking up early and drinking that first magic cup of coffee, meeting interesting people, pouring my heart...
-Hunter S. Thompson
To whom it may concern,
My name is Ronald Tobias Horton, Toby, Hey you, and several expletives. I recently moved to Portland, Oregon, from Las Vegas. Things up here are 132% different and quite a bit more in line with what I need to be happy, I think. Vegas is for the young and uninformed, and those who are able to ignore it. So... Here I am Portland. See you at one of the many McMenamins around town.
I was born a poor white child in Boise Idaho. My mom is a serial monogamist and a wonderful woman. My father is probably more like me than I would like to admit. But I wouldn't really know since I haven't seen him for most of my adult life. I used to drink a lot, do crazy things, date crazy women (apparently), and was very cynical. I spent a lot of time trying to fit into some weird niche in Vegas. In moving I wasn't running away. I think I was running away while I was doing all of that. Moving was more like climbing out of the smoldering wreckage that was my life in Las Vegas. If I had it to do all over again I wouldn't change a thing. Well... maybe a couple of things. But more in the fashion of "If I knew then what I know now I would have ruled the world". So it's probably a good thing that I don't have it to do all over again. I probably wouldn't survive a second go round.
My hobbies include: Thinking, waking up early and drinking that first magic cup of coffee, meeting interesting people, pouring my heart...
JUNE 2010
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