Today at the Rescue Mission, I introduced myself to the man sitting behind me in the chapel. He was in his sixties as far as I could tell and he carried the distinctively haggard and frail look of a person who is no stranger to life on the streets. I didn't really catch this man's name even though he repeated it once to me because he spoke in a ( Read more... )

...But I feel like posting. I think I have a xanga too, but why go through the trouble looking for a way to access it when I am already pretty plugged in to livejournal via my beloved damnportlanders blog ( Read more... )

Actually, I don't use it at all. Just to comment on the blogs of others.