Matt and Alix took me out for a great celebration happy hour. Cheeseburger. I'm wearing around that last roadhat I found - a black Australian cowboy hat. It's the greatest walking hat ever. The greatest hat for walking around. Perfect fit. I'm a real rugged individual these days. My hat proves it.
I'm not sure exactly what I'm doing, but I'm happy that I don't have to figure it out for awhile longer. I'm enjoying spending every day walking around in a crazy hat. Somebody left a piece of cake on a table earlier. It's a sign. I'm the mack.
Well, I suppose it'll be time to come back to reality at some point. Not before drinking massive cheap margaritas and spending a few more days in wacky-bones Portland.
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