Dropping Bombs On Your Mom

The view from the window is quite good, there is always a flurry of
activity on the street below. Quinn Smith was a reclusive fellow, he
wasn’t always that way but a few years in the big city, away from the
warmth of small town life had driven him to isolate a bit. It had been
more than a [...]

This is an amalgamation of a few different drinking trips that I made to Portland back when I lived in Seattle.
I’d just hopped the train from Seattle. I boarded at King Street
Station in Pioneer Square with a small flask of scotch to gird the old
loins for the three hour trek Portland. See, I had a [...]