portland. begging your pardon, but you're kind of getting on my nerves today. it's one of those days when the city seems to be full of two kinds of people: unfriendly, scrawny, tattooed hipsters and overly-friendly, scrawny, tattooed meth* addicts pushing strollers. besides the strollers, the way you can tell the difference is that the hipsters have white, expensively-straightened teeth. the addicts have significantly fewer teeth.
then i have to remind myself: the woman at gogi is so nice, as is the man at yordprom. the hipster barista didn't mean to offend when she called me "ma'am," nor did the addict-dad who advised me to get mirrored sunglasses so i could see behind me and be able to tell when someone's checking out my ass.
*or heroin? oxycontin? "bath salts"?