Portland Giveth

Portland, OR
The sky is medium grey, not a hint or trace of blue anywhere. I am watching the air outside rustle the trees back and forth, as they whisper gossip chitter-chatter to each other right before a huge storm comes. I do love inhaling this air… deep and heavy… like it was just freshly made from the tree factory… all pristine and non-California-like… but if you can never see the sun, who cares…

A hard night last night, and I was feeling psychologically damaged (I am so fragile sometimes… like a beautiful flower). I was loading things out after the show… the place had closed… sauntering with my head down… counting the cracks in the sidewalk… when a flickering piece of trash caught my eye. I reached down, picked it up, and lo, it was a hundred dollar bill. For 30 seconds, I was new and whole and born again. Sometimes, money CAN buy you happiness… or at least temporarily erase some unhappiness…