Afternoon light spills in over the colored edge of particle board covering the windows at 660 Congress Street.

At the local pub in Birch Harbor, where we were busy doing some field research, Tom had almost convinced me and Jay to try some Allen’s Coffee Flavored Brandy. Neat. As in, not mixed with anything. Warm and straight up. As I stared at the bottle of dark brown rail liquor, I shuddered at the [...]

it worked well for my story, and also just being creepy around salt.
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So, I’ve been vegetarian for two years; not because I’m opposed to the truly superior deliciousness of creatures, but, you know, crowded factories, antibiotics, corn, Michael Pollan blah blah blah. Anyway! . . . Damn Portland, you’re making life hard:

Dave orders the bacon tempura
There’s a bar one door down from Salt, and they do [...]

I question everything… a lot. And after a string of bad luck I’m likely to question harder and harder about the decisions I’ve made to bring me to the place I find myself in. Not easy questions. But after my latest spell of bad luck I’ve come to learn I need to stop questioning everything [...]

So we had to make five images a day this week and probably the only one that got props from Kate and Scott was of Andy, sweeping the exhibit room…even though it’s a dreaded “vertical shot.” Check it out, Andy. You look very serious about your work.

“if there’s going to be a baby in your story, I want that to be a fucked up baby”
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