full of moxie and viscosity

I went to a show in downtown Portland tonight alone. It was satisfying in a very specific way and I thought a lot about drugs and lights and connection. Is it possible for me to find connection the way I found it in Los Angeles? How will I go about meeting people? I don't have the Sirens, or Cruiser, or the jazzers. I must find my own niche.

Then, I went to Voodoo Doughnut, the best all-night doughnut shop round these parts. I got a Captain Fancy (a doughnut with vanilla frosting and Captain Crunch all over the top. It actually doesn't have a name but I told them tonight that they should call it Captain Fancy and they seemed to like that idea). I looked through the records that they had on sale and saw Bruce Springsteen. I almost bought it and sent it to Nathan Gadd because there was an eerie resemblence between Nathan and Bruce on the back cover of the album. Right down to the chest hair sticking up through the v-neck undershirt. A quick glance at the huge gold chandelier and I was off.