i work & live in downtown portland...about a month and a half ago, i was working in a retail store when a guy went into the changing room, smoked meth where we could smell & hear it, took all his clothes off, jacked off w/ what seemed like a sticky messy lube which he touched everything with,(he had grabbed my purse & bag containing new clothing purchases that i had just bought from this store for about 200. dollars as he was going into locked dressing room) while we were waiting for the cops to come, the guy put on all the clothes over his discusting body, had taken $50. out of my purse(which in the frenzy, i didn't realize until cops were gone)and took my personal purse items and put down his front...he threw open the door and blew meth smoke right into my face! and then danced around wildly until cops arrived & ceased his crackpipe, etc. after a while of cop crap, they let him go, let him walk to his car & drive away high! the cops told me that they weren't taking people in over these kinds of things anymore unless i personally wanted to press charges since only damage was done to me, but recommended against it since he would get right back out, probablyupset with me, with no protection.

we were all dundfounded that the pipe being physical evidence, us all witnessing him doing drugs in public, plus "assaulting" me w/ smoke in face, etc. but they shrugged and explained nicely that drug use was no longer a priority in multnomah county! not fun!!



hey i was a lil bit high that day. werre you the brunnette? i think i tasted your lipstick...wanna com'n over to my place? we could hang out and talk about stuff.

you have no idea what hell i been through...imagine how i feel having to smoke meth...the trampling and degenerate wastefulness with which i acquire my wares...i have these lucid moments and i'm playing with sock puppets in diapers and there's all these oranges i get vertigo and try to spell my name with snails