Portland

My friend Eric called me up a week or two ago and told me that he was going to be on the West Coast and wanted to drive up and visit.

So I met him three-thirteenths of the way in Portland.

I forgot how much I miss our conversations. We quickly fell back into the same patterns: goofy conversation combined with intellectual and business discussions.

I’ve been questioning the wisdom of the Seattle Adventure. Everything just seems so fucking hard to make any progress. If anything this will teach me persistence and patience.

I’ve honestly debated doing some groveling and finding my way back to 250 East Fifth Street, in Cincinnati.

I’m half tempted to call up my Starbucks DM and just talk about my career prospects…