Why these nights are lonely, and will be for a long time to come...

I looked deep into her eyes, eyes I knew a lot about, but whose deep shimmering blue held a lot more for me to unearth and cherish.
I said,
“Let’s grow incontinent together.”
The second prior to me saying these words and her processing them was the last time she ever looked at me as though I were an adult, a friend, anything resembling a human.
Three minutes prior to that was the last time we had kissed.
Had I known things were going to go sideways, I would have paid more attention to the details:
her breath, her lips, her tongue, her hips in my hands.
All of those little details that take one’s breath away and make the small and wispy arm hairs tingle and rise to the majesty that is exploding all over the brain.
My buddy told me later after I had relayed the story to him that I should probably work on my approach, that my “game,” if you will, could use a little work.
That proved to me that he had a severe neurological disability, possibly even shit for brains, because I have CRAZY game. Of all things in this world, this is the only thing I know for certain. Everything else is merely a sneaking suspicion, a low down dirty feeling, or a flat out fabrication.
And after a day or so of darkness and malt liquor, it dawned on me that she wasn’t the one… “The One.”
Anyone who can’t commit to uncontrollably shitting her pants with me as the years grow long in the tooth obviously isn’t the girl for me.


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Currently Listening to:
Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-La-La Band
13 Blues for Thirteen Moons

More Motels from Interstate

I was going to put up a pic of the lovely Palms Motel sign but it turns out Portland's own dark disco glamour hounds Glass Candy beat me to it. Neon and cute girls... I could never trump that. Whilst on the subject, I must bring up Glass Candy's label mates (Italians Do It Better records) The Chromatics, a lot moodier and better in my book; almost icy. It triggers a weird nostalgia in me, one that is tied to a past life that I can't recall. Check out the Night Drive song. I have been loving it for months now.

Anyhoo, who is up for a road trip? I bet if we drove through New Mexico or Texas we could find some awesome neon.

The Crown Motel, N Interstate, Portland

Interstate has some awesome old neon Motel/Hotel signs. Sadly this one is getting removed on Monday, I believe. The Motel is getting torn down to make room for some affordable housing complex thing. The sign, however, is being salvaged by some group in order to preserve it. From what I read they don't know exactly what to do with it yet, but they don't want it to die.

This Interstate renewal program can be argued as either bad or good with great points on both sides, I'm sure. Honestly though I don't know anything about it other than its title and goal, but as far as taking this place down, it is probably for the best. A lot of the motels on this stretch are "by the week," which is telling, sadly. Down-on-their-luck families trying to get from here to there, facing the numerous speed bumps and chasms that fate has thrown in front of them, or that they themselves have thrown in front of themselves. Drug dealers, prostitutes, the various and sundry elements of the lower strata of our society. For those Humboldt people, this is a stretch that Eureka's Serenity Inn (aka the Ranch Motel) would easily fit into.

This place in particular, I'd like to think that it had a heyday as a primo motoring lodge before the freeway system came along and relegated it to what amounts to a back road.

That may be giving it too much credit though, and I realize this. It may have been scabby and cursed from the get go. I'll never know for sure, but I do know that I love this sign and on my walks home at night, I am going to miss its neon glow that lets me know that I am coming up on Killingsworth. The beacon of gaudy light that tells me that it is only 15 more minutes until I can wrap myself up in my comforter and fall into a deep, untroubled sleep on what is essentially a balloon.

Cheers, Crown Motel! May you be reincarnated as something prouder, grander, and in a location that cannot be usurped by any sort of freeway system.

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Lost in Translation

The big question:
What does Bill Murray whisper to Scarlett Johannson at the end?
Only they know for sure...
My guess, what I would have said after all that had happened:
“No one is flawless, but you are as close to flawless as I have seen. Never settle for less because you deserve it all. Do you hear me?”
And she nods her head, and everything ends and is butted smack-dab up against a new beginning.

Oh man...

I suck... but I love Pam Beasley.