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About Bristol

Alright, so here’s the deal—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ about findin’ a prostitute, right? Like, what’s the vibe? I’m Larry David, neurotic as hell, and I’m goin’, “Ehhh, is this even worth it?” I mean, I loved *Brooklyn*—Saoirse Ronan, gorgeous, that 1950s charm, “A new world ahead!”—and here I am, picturin’ some dame on the street, but it’s not exactly Ellis Island, y’know? It’s more like, “Oh great, another transaction gone wrong!” Pretty, pretty good chance I’ll screw this up.

The Whore of Babylon

I'm sweating like a whore in church, in Portland. Kvetching. Bring the rain. I want leaves falling, rain, sleet, cold, dark and damp. Archived.

Finally, I’m heading back to my truck, and I see that juggler again. He’s still at it, but now he’s got a crowd. I can’t help but chuckle. Life’s funny like that. One minute you’re stealing sandwiches, the next you’re a street performer with an audience.

Will unanswered questions, fuzzy details derail Portland Public School’s $1.83 billion construction plan?