


Airfare don’t care



Airfare don’t care



Turn left onto Knoxville St. with a pocket full of candy cigarettes, Boston baked beans, cherry clan, Alexander the grape, bonkers, and a spare PB max as you tuck into a late night edition of Saturday Nightmare on cable.



South jetty fishing with spark plug weights and sand shrimp baits. Sandrails high centered on boulders. Alumawelds pulling crabs from the bay. Huckleberry ice cream on a cake cone. MO’s clam chowder with a pinch of beach sand. Honda 125m rolling down the big dune with a bent rear axle. Quicksand sucking down your Oregon made trash jordans you wear for dirty work. Shoulda been sporting pair of Aquasock II’s circa 1990.






If nightly news of the Trojan Nuclear Plant didn’t disturb you, I might not be able to relate to you.