maybe it’s something about hillsboro and god. today driving on highway 26 to hillsboro we spotted a truck with the following spraypainted on the rear end:
3 nails
+ 1 cross
————
= 4 given
um, yes, hello christ. go back to hell where you belong and take your ridiculous lizard mascot with you.
no longer on the road, but actually in hillsboro, there doesn’t seem to be much godliness. punks playing basketball and p.f. chang’s, but no god. NO GOD.
god was in vernonia today though. or at least somebody graced me with the opportunity to curry a horse. yellow curry.
playing in the old logging mill in vernonia is just as much fun as i remember it being. my grandfather’s house is nothing like what i remember though, seeing as how someone cut down the trees on the whole hill. NO GOD.