two days ago, while i remained in agony & stress of finals
john & i took an excursion to seaside so i could finally see the pacific.
being so close to astoria, we decied to go to the goonies house.
then crossing the grand bridge, we found ourselves on the coast
of washington--- where on a whim, we decided to head to aberdeen
to see kurt cobain's hometown.
at 7pm we arrived and went under the wishkah river bridge,
right next to the house he grew up in.
it felt eerie, like i was treading on his territory.
from there, we sat at denny's, took up a hotel room &
then headed out to the bars. at the first place, we played pool
& shared a pitcher of coors lite. they thought our ID's were fake.
then we traveled across the street where a bunch of
samoans were drinking, i met a logger who had lost hope.
so i bought him a greygoose vodka cranberry &
i preached to him about how nothing was impossible.
i drank a lot, hung out with the aberdeenians, & talked.
the next morning, intending on making it back for my 12:30 class,
we skipped off to olympia instead, where we later went on to seattle
for tea at the crocodile cafe.
we listened to grunge music the whole way.
righteous
pensive
apathetic
frustrated
tired
need to poop
hopeful
gassy
cold
thirsty
