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Miscellaneous Recons + Saturday Southside Slore Success
With fishing temporarily on hold until buddy catches up on his "honey do" list & the late run comes in. Accepted invitation to some old friends for dinner party this Saturday night. Besides it being one of the few places that the copilot is unwelcome (fucking cat people). It's always pretty much a bummer to see how ungracefully my lifelong friends & their doltish wives are aging. Besides the increasing lack of rapport between us, a couple of them gave me static about my recent Neil Young ticket purchase. If you think it's fucking tiresome to listen to mongers bitching about 304 inflation, exponentially multiply that irritation on "good ole days" concert prices. At least with music its more cut & dry what you get...
After extricating myself from that hell & knowing two favorite regulars were busy this weekend. Threw a 10:45 call to Tori who I woke up (laughs) & she passed due to red flag conditions, not that I would have minded. Tried Galina to no answer, straight to voicemail. Out of reliable & viable vagina numbers...
So, to counteract the last few hours & my building backup, went home to pick up my wing girl & a beer for a look between 11:15 1:00+- JCB>Sandy upper>JCB this Aurora Borealis infused night.
Far South showed no signs of life minus some criddler spewing his stomach contents near Dar Ron. Fucker had nothing on Linda Blair...
First seen was just North of Division in the form of a late twenties PR or Blasian in goldish shorts, matching transparent top above heels showing the most conspicuous case of East / West tits I'd ever witnessed. Those nipples had the worst case of exotropia I'd ever seen & reminded me of a 10' hammerhead shark that came up to investigate a gaffed & bleeding blackfin tuna once when fishing off Islamorada twenty-five years ago. Startled me as much then as now. Laughs...
Sunny had a duo...
A homely, short BSW in pink jacket almost hiding a baggy bikini bottom above sandals. She opened her jacket to show me that she was sans the top. Didn't need to see that sad chocolate pancake tonight. Or for that matter, any other fucking night...
A planted in place leggy tall & thin dirty blonde WSW in black above white heels was attracting the usual window talking coomers without any takers until the night progressed.
Fremont light had a younger pudgy chipmunk cheeked brunette+ in black bodysuit above sandals. Even with a PPD SUV one car behind us, she cooed over the slobbery copilot hanging out the open window before hitting me up with slightly desperate usual mantra of "want to date". No, I didn't. I thought she'd be too stupid to fuck.
Murder Street proper was surprisingly devoid of the usual stander flotsam & jetsam window talking byzantine bitches' cabal both times I passed.
Upper Sandy was back to its usual paratrophic ways. Good for an avenue reset yet ultimately yawn inducing.
Beech had a duo...
A somewhat BMI appropriate BSW in now ubiquitous red lace outfit though she channeled some eighties Flashdance vibe with some with some white legwarmers. Laughs.
Her chunkier WSW brunette partner in light purple see thru outfit had the largest set of gravity resistant HTOL that I'd ever witnessed on a white girl since seeing Carol Doda in San Francisco's Conder Club decades ago. She gave me a smug look like she knew I wanted her & her massive twins. Far from wanting her. I figure she mistook my sudden smile as I mentally nicknamed her & her freakishly large nippled stack as IHOP. Yeah, I'm all too amused some evenings...
Came down what had been an empty Klickitat to check out a couple 304 across the street only to run into a swarm of miscellaneous rabid chonkers on both side of the corner.
BSW with cottage cheese thunder thighs straining yellow onesie above heels. Two words. Armpit vagina...
One formidable fornida LSW in pinkish dress & heels.
One bleached blonde pinched face beached whale PAWG with hardly any chest in black slingback & marching fuck me heels & red lipstick. She possibly might have been attractive seventy-five lbs ago yet just one more who should resist the all you can eat buffet tables.
A chonker of a BSW in yet another stretched to the limit metallic mini & matching heels.
Despite me feigning any interest whatsoever. All surrounded truck like a swarm of fucking vampire cicadas. Yet, instead of generating a collective song of high-pitched buzzing it was "hay baby" & "want sum this" or the always heard "wanna' date" ghetto speak colloquialisms. Brushed them all off as I rolled windows up as fast as I could hit power switches. Yeech...
McFlurrie central had a trio...
One not terrible sturdy WSW blonde in red shorts & black top above black flats. Meh.
A tallish LSW in blue onesie & white heels was jumping & prancing around wildly with some 5150 GPS vibe dance moves thrown in for good measure.
An unknown SW with purple LED fuck me heels she seemed extremely proud of. Laughs.
Discouraged & my bladder barking some stopped at Glenhaven to stretch my legs & walk the copilot for a lap around the perimeter path with that old Pickard Family song "Buffalo Girls won't you Come Out Tonight" suddenly appearing in my internal soundtrack. Fuck me running. Turned South for the barn.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8CANw0gblY[/URL]
In my absence, Sunny had a 304 shift change.
A blonde WSW in the usual lace & exposed thong pussy phenotype that seems so prevalent lately. Talked to her before, quoting from memory: "my room or car date fifteen minutes max" "all covered for $300" also "I don't give head". Silly fucking hookers.
A lower key dressed LSW in jean jacket & black dress above sandals wasn't terrible looking yet I figured she was GPS guilty by association with above.
As I blew by Stark, the Chevron had a shoulder length pale real redhead late twenties in just modest blue / half grey above knee skirt & heels heading North. With my sudden surge in lack of blood flowing to big head, the other less disciplined head took over navigation. It got all sorts navigationally fucked getting going in the right direction & despite some Stark Washington Burnside carpet bombing canvassing never saw her again.
Yet as soon as had resigned myself that my Sisyphus themed real redhead journey persists to my sometimes lessening frustration, the Greek gods did throw me a tasty slutty bone in the form of a slightly bombed busty brunette who flagged me down for a ride off of Stark. Asked where she was heading & got a "wherever" in response. "Wherever" turned into my place when I leaned over to help her fasten seatbelt & she stuck her tongue down my throat. Name was Kelsey & had been out drinking with some girlfriends. As the pictures show she was a hella fun filthy time that only got better as she pulled cover off & implored me for my week's backup of dead swimmers in both holes. Though she didn't ask, slipped her a hundred for the three hours or so of slutty debauchery. Exchanged numbers & gave her a ride to the outer East numbers around 4 AM...
Who needs a redhead? SMH at the whole night turn of events...
PPD SUV seen all night yet from what I saw seemed to giving all an obvious pass tonight. On both sides of the equation.
Recon Soundtrack: Jerry Jeff Walker "Too Old To Change" & "Jerry Jeff".
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=APPpXbp9Pxw[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aShCgTvQE_w[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VF6DCxkxItM[/URL]
Tuesday Recon:
After looking at some possible future work in the 360. Copilot & I took the reverse recon home 205>Sandy>82nd>JCB around 6:30 +-.
Immigrant Statue cemetery had a WSW brunette in olive tank & jeans above flats showing off a healthy chest & frame. Only slightly ruined by some goliath spider eyelashes & somewhat of an RBF.
Beech had a sturdy & younger dreadlocked BSW in jean shorts &white bustier above white hausfrau slippers.
Murder Street continued its deserted trend. Perhaps that epicenter of performative pussy is coming to an end. Let's hope so as it's the worst scoop area on all of avenue.
A thin dark chocolate BSW in white dress was hitchhiking (sic) in front the bar adjacent States. A tad greasy or sweaty looking yet BMI appropriate.
WSW "Powell Pawg" was loitering around closed Multnomah dog adoption building in side split black dress & flats beneath a large & floppy hat.
Wasn't paying all that much attention to PPD.
Recon Soundtrack: Jefferson Airplane. September 22,1972 at Winterland, SF. Yet another RIP recon for drummer John Barbata & the last Airplane show until 1989. He played with them all; The Turtles, CSNY, & related individual efforts most notably Neils Times Fade Away tour. Continued in the Jefferson Starship until they jumped the shark. Another lysergic laden concert night from my miscreant & misspent youth...
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlIpGjN29Qk[/URL]
Thursday Commute Recon:
Was out & about doing some needed a mission Parkrose Hardware & related. Copilot & I hit it JCB>Parkrose Hardware>JCB around 4:30>5:45+-.
First seen was just past Eastport in the figure of a pale brunette WSW in black top & jean shorts. Seen her around before yet this was the first time she gave me some signs. A tad butterface from my viewings.
Arts Wall had what I thought was Bagger Vance sitting with a towel over her head. On my return realized I was mistaken & it wasn't. Instead, was some whackadoo white brunette.
Murder Street had a quartet of brunette standers.
The funniest of which was the large sloppy swine BSW in white sunglasses. How large was she? Enough to almost entirely block out the best (sic) of the three others. Laughs.
After errand, headed back to barn.
Last seen was at Beech.
Where the diversifying frizzy haired PR was in the usual & now boring lace onesie with contrasting black thong & bra along with black sweater. Too early to yawn this fucking hard..
Nothing else seen to JCB.
Another day I wasn't paying all that much attention to PPD.
With the Columbia open again have a zero dark thirty wakeup. Hoping my dumb luck translates to the water...
Recon Soundtrack: Grateful Dead May 8, 1977 at Barton Hall, Ithaca, NY. Set 2.
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eV16Ysr03Vw[/URL]
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVM9uu4mIcw[/URL]
Safe recons & tight lines.