get the Portland experience

We live in a house that rents out rooms. Just now I met a couple from the Midwest who walked into the kitchen and presented us with a bucket of doughnuts. I say "Did you two go dumpster diving? My you did get the Portland experience. " Turns out they intercepted the loot before it hit the dumpster (like a champ, we should dress as tourists when we go dumpster diving).

They plan to give em away downtown in the morning (sounds so familiar to me for some reason). They say they got their scrappy scroungy skills from being college kids. I was impressed. These donuts are in good shape, they should go over well. Now that my new friends have contributed to our community, I'm going to give them the true authentic Portland experience by gentrifying them out of their rooms while they sleep. :) Keep Portland weird heehee

AW Cats

At the Clown House, we inherited a cat called Pugsly. It did well living among clowns, and the many tree sitter/crusty punks all who roll with packs of dogs that frequent old school Clown House. The cat did not survive the move to Alberta Street. It was killed by a car right away. We had a clown funeral as we buried Pugs in a vacant lot at midnight. It was a fine circus sendoff. Years later a sign appeared in the lot. It was proclaiming the building of...a building. Grudgingly I knew it was up to me to go down there and dig our cat up before some giant gentrification prize went up. I dug the cat up, brought it home, showed it to my kids and buried it in The Clown House yard. A year or two later we were classed out of the house when the rent went up $500 suddenly. I dug Pugs up again and just kept his skull. I still have it. :) Cats right? Mhmmm.
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