I went to back to Portland. The drive was awful. Hiked to a secret spot on the Sandy River. Sat with Lindsey, Matty, and Fabi on a front porch on Ash Street and expounded on the evils of cigarettes, comfortable beds, climbing trees, and too much masturbation. They're all related... each road leads to the City of Solitary Vice, populated by you, your lecherous hand, and your quivering meat pile. Thankfully, some old people with tight lipped, disapproving frowns wrote a book about how young boys should be manacled to the headboard every night. Saved from themselves!
