Posts Tagged: uberhaus

Überhaus Diary: Scams

September 27th, 1998 I pulled up in front of the building. This black guy in a beret and an open shirt leaned toward the car and asked if he could borrow a gas can. I had none and said so. He asked if he could ask me something. He fumbled with a cellular phone and began

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Barman Story

Sleep deprivation is a funny thing. It seems to change the quality of light, throw odd shadows, etch the edges of the world in sharp relief. I started looking at my world in a new way. I started writing it down. In 1998, I worked as a barman at Kells, getting home around four AM too amped

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Party Like it’s 1998

Here’s another one from September 1998. It was one of those long, end-of-summer nights that filled me with restlessness. I remember wandering all over downtown Portland, which back then still had its share of transient hotels and seedy dive bars. I was restless when I got home, so I fired up the giant 486 with

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