While we're on the topic of whispy spirits I thought I'd share a paranormal experience that happened to me while tapping the drinky drink at the Kennedy School.

Not to say that the Kennedy is my favorite place to be in Portland; I just so happen to live an arm's length from the fucking place. I was hanging out at one of the mini chambers enjoying a bottle of Rabbit AssHole Shiraz when it became apparent that London wasn't the only thing calling. I excused myself and made my way to the urinal where I was greeted by pissers tall enough for a six year-old.

Shit... This is one of those two parters... WHile I'd love to finish this story, a new story seems to want to write itself... More later...