Today's journey brought us to the Saturday Market. Where, as every other weekend, the Gresham/Beaverton/Hillsboro tourists walked around with confused looks on their faces, homeless boys held signs in hopes for scoring nugs and pornography, and some Jamaican men tried to accuse me of heterosexuality. I wandered around, carefully scoping out each and every stand that stood grounded upon skidmore cement. Since this was to be my last visit at the ever dependable outdoor indie hippie shop stop, I had to make my purchases meaningful and priceless. I passed on many an item, including ones whose makers had been selling at the Saturday Market for at least two years, and whose products I have still desired to this day. I finally settled on a necklace containing a miniature sea crab, a ruby ring that looked less fake than the ones at Disneyland, and a shirt. Which is definitely the last thing I needed. However, this stand sold the utmost best Portland t-shirts that celebrate the pride of the city. The one I bought was a screen print of the Made in Oregon sign. All was the same, deer and all, but instead of saying Made in Oregon it stated: Portland, Oregon. It was perfect. It had an outline of the state, the undying reindeer, and a clear statement that this was Portland Oregon, and not Portland Maine. I'll cherish it if I ever fall deeper into the recession and are forced to go abroad to live with my mother. So that I will never forget where I'm from and how much the city means to me.
Passing on the purchase of a euro, but gliding forward to the purchase of a coconut bubble tea, I made my picnic spot upon the Skidmore Fountain fountain. As I sucked tea balls into my mouth, I half listened to a sermon by a psycho christian boy who would just not shut the fuck up. And what's worse, he had a microphone! God help us all indeed. And then he decided to include the poor homeless boys in his speech! I believe the lines were, on/off quote: "I do not ask God, as this man does, for alcohol and pornography! For I am not a sinner!" Poor homeless guys. They literally have nothing and now this man is making a mockery out of them on his unholy microphone. Luckily this boy was given some sass buy some delightful dwarf lesbians who shouted, "Sorry, were gay!" Good for you, Cagney and Lacey!
Till my next mood swing Portlanders,
goodnight and have a pleasant Sunday breakfast.
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