To all of the drug-addled inhabitants of the downtown section of Burnside Street in Portland, do your best to get this straight: I’m not Priscilla. I swear I’m from Seattle. I swear my name is Charles. I swear I have never seen you or this Priscilla person before. I swear I was trying to cross the bridge for no other reason than to enjoy a bit of exercise at dusk. So, please, leave me alone when I go for my walk in a few hours. Please, no Priscilla this and Priscilla that; no trying to stop me and going on about things that make zero sense to me. Peace be with you.
Charles Mudede—who writes about film, books, music, and his life in Rhodesia, Zimbabwe, the USA, and the UK for The Stranger—was born near a steel plant in Kwe Kwe, Zimbabwe. He has no memory... More by Charles Mudede
sure thing, priscilla!
Didn’t I see you on the 42, @1? Your name is Gonzo, right?
i was drivin the bus, dog!
Will in Seattle is the only crackhead who reads SLOG, and he only goes to Portland to hang out with his ex-girlfriend Ursula Le Guin.
livejournal, asshole, livejournal.
Seriously? You idiots who didn’t understand Chris’s other post have taken to trolling around his other posts to make your incredibly witty, insightful comments? What a group of winners we Slog comment writers can be.
Hey Frizzelle fans and foes: fuck off. I’m tryin’ to enjoy a Mudede post here.
“I was trying to cross the bridge for no other reason than to enjoy a bit of exercise at dusk.”
Like fun you were. You were headed to that adult bookstore just across the bridge over the interstate. You’d heard about that new porn film about Amanda Knox called “Amanda’s Knockers”.
And you were hoping to get one of the “buddy booths”
“no trying to stop me and going on about things that make zero sense to me”.
Sounds like most of Charles’ posts to the rest of us.