I found myself in the neighborhood of the Crackerbox and couldn’t resist stopping in again to say ‘Hi’ to my friend and see what was happening in there today. Considerably more low-key than the day before, still with points of interest.
Coming here is like playing that computer game ‘I Spy’. Literally everywhere you look, you see something new.
Chihuahua lady was back again. This time carrying her dog and a bag of taco bell in the same hand.
We all shared a peaceful moment, as someone brought in a pan of homemade cinnamon rolls.
A girl who worked there was drinking a bottle of something called “Vamp”. She told me it was only available in Oregon and was “serious shit”. It was some sort of energy drink/alcohol combo in a black bottle. I tried to look it up on the internet, and failed to find any trace of it anywhere. She urged me to have a drink of hers. I had a sip. It was thick and ridiculously fruity. After one baby sip of this shit my breath seemed to have a booze output of an entire night of drinking. Instantly I began forming a plan in which I show up to the Crackerbox, camera in hand, and sit and drink a few of those and record what happens. Stay tuned!