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+So we wr poppin up posters today when an amazing woman runs by us. She was being pulled by a big dog. Two braids.. about 25-30.. cut off shorts.. sneakers and a big smile for both of us. I ask Rootbeer (as I often do) How hot is she?
"She is so hot I want to finish the run with her and her dog, introduce her to my paren...ts and then take her home with us to swim in the deep waters where we like to swim. "Um...wow" I took the heavy posters from her arms; the lady was half a block away. "Go get her Tiger!" "Really?" I smiled, turned and kept working as Rootbeer hauled ass in the direction of the hansom stranger. I hoped that I hadn't just given my girlfriend away.
15 min. later she returned empty handed. "She was too fast."
"Good!" I thought. "That hints that maybe she isn't a smoker." We had work to do but Olive insisted that we drive her car up and down all the streets. I thought, "How is Olive gonna get this girl after 70yrs of dudes failing at chasing women with cars?" I guess if anyone was to do it it'd be my partner... She never found her quarry but there's still every other day in the coolest city in the world to swim in deep waters. Unfortunately (for me) it took many years for me to learn to be honest with your lover...y'know about what you like...eventually you may find the person who likes what you like!
I don't often mention adventures of this kind. This one was a misadventure that was so poetic I had to share.
true ironic poetry would have come if Olive in her haste ran over the dog!

+We went by our old work today. The energy hadn't healed...it was bleached out. I like that better for that place. The neighborhood needs time to heal from the blight it had become.

+It's pouring rain on us while we are flyering. It feels like taping wet toilette paper to a giant slug. Olive says "It's really pouring on us and we are getting soaked" I say " Thanks Capt. Obvious I'll write that down on my soggy underwear".When I talk on the phone to my friends in Texas I always spend a few hours after sounding MORE Texan than when I was a Texan.

+Have you ever ran your fingers inside old sink plumbing? I thought I could plumb but it turns out I can't. VHS tape is not the same thing as Teflon tape. I messed up outr bathroom pipes trying to unclog it. And the smell won't wash off my fingers.

+I think this little Angler fish that I drew with a mic is gonna be my symbol for all the open mics I do. It says to me "Hey I may not be pretty but I'm giving it a shot! Man but my friend Blair has made a knock out poster for the Alberta Open mic.

+I was throwing up circus flyers when my 26" back rim with a back pedal brake begun complaining loudly. I took it to the knowledgable service of Mr. Ben Applesauce and he said he could have another one for me in a week for $60.
+Hey buskers! The frikkin bums are out earning you 4-1 with only some cardboard and a lot of second hand smoke. I see ya'll dying out there every day and it kills me because you work so hard. I care for all of you.
Please play for the crowds not yourself! Treat it like the most relaxing job you ever had and be happy to l...earn stuff you would never listen to off duty.
If we do this we can train Portland to stop paying them and start paying YOU!
They (the passing citizens) don't care about your "emotional baggage songs "that's between you and whomever you are breaking up with. Do yourself a favor and play something they know. For example: Banjo play Dueling banjos, mandolin -Dr.Zivago, gut string guitar-play Greensleeves, 12 string play (Ick) stairway to heaven, any Cheap Trick song on accordion will pay your bills!
Everywhere we look there are bums in the best spots because the street musicians are all bleating like injured goats. Good luck and Goddesspeed friends.
+Are you turkeys hip to the game "Buck Buck"? Its an east coast thing I hear. I don't know what this would evolve into here in Portland. It is worth investigating.
+Takes money to make money. We doubled the money Olive was making selling balloons! All I had to do was invest in a BB gun and take sniper positions on rooftops a block away.

+We taking tall bikes to hustle balloons at the Sun. Market downtown. We just have a little window before the rain so we are attacking full gallop. It took a long time to even find enough balloons on a Sunday.
+Olive always apologizes for her farts... WTF? I hardly notice it's like speeding past a sewage treatment plant or maybe passing where a skunk has been. You smell it for a brief moment and then it's gone. ME? My farts smell like taking an acetylene cutting torch to a dozen eggs.