Master of puppets (all of the things that go to make heaven and earth, and there’s a cute little ship on the Willamette!).

NE Portland on Willamette River

There was a ship. We waved, and hi-fived, and thought about buying one.

SW Portland by Union Station

This is me. I was walking on the other side of the street from the Countess Becca. The reason escapes; generally I like to be by her side, because well, because I like her. So I was walking and there was a red door and I’m in blue, so she shot me. Maybe I crossed over because she told me to. Or maybe I thought it was a good idea. I don’t know. Maybe that’s a beauty of being close with someone: you get to share credit and blame and snippets of memories that blur into one another.