By this hour, The last gilstening moments of Tuesday have all but bowed out. Some of us prefer to squeeze every last drop of blood out of the carcass and will stay up three or four more hours looking for someone to love and/or something to drink. This is mostly done out of frustration since we do very little of what we actually like doing and spend much too much time trying to forget that fact. So off we go, to this persons house, or that girls loft, or so and so's friends bar where we know we can stay after the doors close. Yes sir, it is a colorful existance here in Portland city limits. No one questions that. XO/JC


PS- You should go to Rotture this Friday.