Not Poetry

A little update on the Portland area hunting season







(Neither! I'm hunting the elusive and mysterious, endangered species referred to by its Latin name "Job")--




I'm now taking the follow approach:







And if that doesn't work- well, I may have to move-


into a-


van-


down by the-

Poetry coming soon. For now I'm just trying to keep myself from weeping into my knees in tight ball of human suffering shivering in the alley corners of downtown Portland with only my resumes as blankets.

But don't you worry- I'm 100% mentally sound!