The Three Phases of Portland Rain

One- I love this shit! Ridley Scott is right! When everything is wet, by God, I can see in the dark. A trillion small reflective surfaces… I am like a bat. And Fall. This makes me want to re read The Hobbit. Eat squash soup. Go mushroom hunting like those LL Bean Carhartt beardo dudes.

Two- The holidays! Man I can’t believe it! Its still raining! Noir Christmas! 24 hour black and white TV reality… Netflix. Better watch Daredevil season one again. Have to get an espresso machine too. Or take vitamins. Can’t wake up. Seems like this happened last year, but- I can’t remember.

Three- When I moved here I did it for all the wrong reasons. I don’t know what they were, just that they were wrong wrong wrong. That Chinese lady is staring at me. LA is empty these days, I’m sure I saw that in the middle of the night on TV. They have a palm tree there. I have to get out of this country entirely. I can change my name. Start over in… Chile. I am Enrique Sandoval.