A cartoon about the Belmont neighborhood in Portland, Oregon.
The writers’ organization seems to be closed until September, which is a bummer. I climbed a creepy staircase to find it.
The trees are all sorts here, not like Texas, and there’s a park! Some mornings, I go there with my sister, & we take turns pushing my niece in her stroller.
Last night, I went to a DJ show nearby, some kind of Brazilian, Indian, African fusion. Heavy percussion. I danced my ass off, and only two guys said weird things to me.