We awoke around 8 this morning, slightly hungover from our obliteration the night before, 18's of PBR for $11 is trouble. Devastating trouble. Anyway, we went for a walk and met some cool dudes at a skate shop. We kept walking. This shit's boring.
We got back to the hostel and finally went out to search for guitars. It was finally NOT raining so we grabbed our boards and our new friend John and headed out for downtown in search of a pawn shop. We went to a damn cool music store and a fucking weird pawn shop. No luck. We decided to try our luck on Hawthorne. We succeeded! Jesse bought a travel size Hohner for $89 and I bought a full size for $109. I've already dinged it up a bit but it plays decent. Right after we bought them, we went to a Rite Aid to get something to drink, we were sitting outside and this screaming hobo came up and started jamming with us. Seriously. He was singing, "Like a Rolling Stone" and fucking SCREAMING it. So awesome. Hobo jams. Snakes on a Hobo.
VOODOO DONUTS
Fuck!
This is me eating the Old Dirty Bastard donut. A chocolate glaze, with Oreo's and peanut butter on top. Jesus fuck.
This is me eating the Old Dirty Bastard donut. A chocolate glaze, with Oreo's and peanut butter on top. Jesus fuck.
Jesse's bacon maple bar. Fuck.
We have a video of us eating them too, but we can't get the fucking thing to work, so you'll have to wait until we stop being idiots.
-Cam
THANK you for agree Portland is rad, and THANK YOU for going to Voodoo donuts. SO GOOD!
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