So I'm gonna preface this post with a warning. So far I've made an attempt to keep this PG-13 for the most part. Today however we go rated R. If you are easily offended please skip this post because there will be f-bombs and graphic comparisons for the day. Portland and other RV related events have brought out the worst in me.
Son of a bitchin-mother-fuckin cocksucker downtown Portland is a dirty place. It's cool and all with it's "eclectic" setup but there are homeless people everywhere. Homeless people are gross, dirty, pieces of shit who make a choice to live on the streets instead of get help. Go ahead and tell me they are just people who fell down a broken road. I'll ignore you and embrace the fact that people that are homeless can get help if they really wanted it. I will say that during our walk today nobody bothered us. No-one asked for money, nobody was crazy to the point of worry.
In the middle of this water fountain you will see a man. We watched this homeless guy walk off a bench and straight into the center of the fountain for a bath. People were pulling their children out of the water and within moments only the homeless man was left in the center. It's sad and depressing that this is the way humanity has evolved. Then homeless Joe walks out and people slowly come back with their kids. You know he feels that pain. You know he notices what's going on. But then what does he do? Probably pan-handles for money to buy some meth. He made a decision. That's his problem.
We stroll up the park and look down at the Columbia river. This busy causeway is full of barge traffic and the jet skis were a surprise. This industrial river is also used for recreations. Weird combo.
A sharp turn left and we head back into downtown Portland. I wanted to go visit Voodoo Donut. This place is famous for it's crazy donuts and it's a must see stop for tourist. I got the dirt donut and Katie scrounged down the Portland Cream .
So we're sitting outside this place and there is some dirty black homeless guy strumming the banjo. Let's call him Leo. Next to him is a tweaked out white girl playing the violin. Her name will be Laura. Halfway into our donuts we notice a homeless Bob in a wheelchair show up with a sign asking for money. Then cowboy Tom comes over and starts hugging these guys talking about how he's seen them and never said hi. Seriously, literally, this is in a 30 second time frame. Want to top that off? Crazy fucking Jeff shows up with a shopping cart and starts some shit with wheelchair Bob. We are sitting down trying to chill out and Jeff loses his shit. He starts screaming at wheelchair Bob, " STOP EYEBALL FUCKING ME!" They start yelling at each other and then Jesus shows up to help Bob. Wheelchair Bob springs up from his seat and walks up to screaming Jeff. The banter goes back and forth for a minute and wheelchair bob decides to leave.
We finish our donuts and I roll up a dollar into my hand. I walk over to Leo and give him a buck. I respect this guy. He's trying to do something. He's making an effort to survive. I give him a dollar and say "Thanks for the tunes bro". He slowly peers back at me, as if in a trance, and says "Thanks a lot man. I appreciate it". We walk on.
Traffic is backed up and it's a two hour drive home. That doesn't sound like a big deal, but it's only 21 miles to the RV park. Fuck it. Time for a beer.
Throughout the whole day I'm thinking of other things that have been pissing me the fuck off. Our gray tank is leaking at the shower connection and the jacks still aren't working the way they should be. Fuck my life. I gotta work on this piece of monkey shit in a parking lot tomorrow without being kicked out. FUCK.