En route, I learned that there is a neighborhood in Hillsboro called Quatana. And at a video store there, disreputable enough to cause customers to complain loudly on mass transit, an employee has been terminated for "sucking dick in the storeroom." I also learned that it is easy to disembark at Gresham and immediately be in a fight.
Posted by FLOG at October 4, 2006 8:16 PM | TrackBackWait, "be in a fight"? So did you pass through or were you an active participant?
Posted by: Brandon at October 4, 2006 11:07 PMC'mon, you know I learn by observation. Truth is it was hearsay. I heard a guy say: "Last time I rode all the way to Gresham, I got off the train and got in a fight." Maybe he was representin' West Side!
Posted by: Danimal at October 7, 2006 11:25 PMOh, I figured it was like that one time that you rode the rails while getting strangeled by a homeless man. Flog + trains = excitement worthy of a Connery-era James Bond movie.
Posted by: Brandon at October 10, 2006 9:23 AMIt's true. I often find myself fucking Russians on MAX. Generally not for microfilm, though; more for change that will help them get to 137th and Foster.
Posted by: FLOG at October 26, 2006 12:48 AM