baronsamedi

Portland is full of beautiful women. I spent the past two days simply marvelling at how many of them there were.

But the most magical thing was I hit the perfect nadir of drunkenness that night in an OK kind of bar that was mostly dead. It was one of those drunks where you can't feel your cock anymore, and you're in that happy place just before you hit the tipping point and get maudlin.

I was talking to people all night, mostly to get comfortable with talking to people again. I must have come across as trying to hit on people, cause one girl said to me "tip, word of advice. You need to be much stronger. More self assured." And walked off.

No thanks. I'll stay what I am. I'm too old and too tired to deal with any fucking pretense.