Walking back from the Horse Brass with the roommates last night amid a cloud of second hand smoke and cracks in the sidewalk, the conversation still rolling, Natalie says, "When I was little I wanted to be an astronomer."

I say, "I wanted to be an astronaut," to which she replies, "We would have still been friends!"

Pete wanted to be a cop. Damian wanted to be a sailor. We all start to walk into the convenience store.

Natalie takes a look at the potted plants still out for sale, though its 10pm. She says, "OOOoooOO!"

I say, "You shut your mouth," to which Pete replies, "You better run!"

Natalie swings at me, but misses and I run home.





Oh, Portland.