Sorry you're unwell foxo
I was worry in.
First day in Portland was a royal pain. Kept getting lost. Did find some good foodans a cool hat. The growlers play on Friday, that'll be sick. Hitting up some more restaurants, gonna scope at for a good cocctail, buy some drugs. Tonight was the only bad part. I got bad directions due to a misprint. My poor cab driver drove 45 minutes in the wrong direction and lost someone's luggage. This was after I took a bus 2 hours in the wrong direction after falling asleep. I did meet and sit next to an old man with a blue beard and purple hair. I couldn't tell if I should worry about or anticipate the coming of being such a fellow when I reach his age. I don't wanna die young, I just never wanna grow old. The blue and purple man, wrinkled and obviously on some other kind of level or non level never grew old, his face just wrinkled like a well worn and sentimental article of clothing.
Oh yeah my motel managers a total dick and keycards for motel rooms are the devils handy work.