We’re burned out. Sitting in a burrito joint in Scappoose, a cracktown up the road from where I was exiled on Sauvie Island. The weather sucks and nobody is very happy. 
Friday, September 18, 2026
We’re burned out. Sitting in a burrito joint in Scappoose, a cracktown up the road from where I was exiled on Sauvie Island. The weather sucks and nobody is very happy.