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Shakespeare is what Paulie calls me when he arrives for work. All right, Shakespeare, move along. Before I can put my feet down, hes plopped his coffee and his sandwich on the desk that sits just inside the bar door and is already halfway out of his denim jacket. Paulies our doorman. On Tuesdays I check IDs until he gets in late from his welding...
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A decent enough night at Hi Fi, walked with a hundred bucks, which is great for a Tuesday night. Shot a few games of pool with David, and then when work was done he came with me to Three O Cups, where I indulged my pointless (and baseless, beyond the fact of her beauty) crush on Kate the bartender. Yes, Im a barstalker. Well, no....
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Well, 2 1/2 years later, here's an update. I didn't move to Portland. I moved to the capital of the world, New York, NY. I spent some time in Brooklyn, and now I live in the Lower Lower East Side, Lower East Chinatown, call it what you will. Nice enough space, sort of anonymous, almost what I imagine a rooming house would've been like a...
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well, i'm back from our little fact finding mission to portland and i'm not anywhere close to making a decision. portland is certainly as lovely as everyone says, but it's a damned ghost town. even lunch hour monday downtown felt like early sunday morning in san francisco. and san francisco already feels too small... argh. but portland is so cheap! it's unbelieveable, really. studio apartments...
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