The Signal

A typical day of hanging out with my friend (let's call her CH for privacy purposes) consists of at least one meal, usually breakfast or lunch, and some light shopping. Today was no different. We ate at Besaw's, an unsuspecting place, where I had the delicious avocado omelet. Now, this was not my first experience at Besaw's. Another friend, KJ, was the first to take me there and I had the same thing that time. I like to stick to what I know is good.

After CH and I parted ways, I went into downtown to pick up some paper for a project I'm working on. It was what happened after that that was bizarre. I was driving down 10th Street when I saw a woman on the sidewalk. I couldn't look away because she looked so familiar---it wasn't until I could no longer see her face that I realized who she was. I suppose it would be hard to forget someone who used to be an important friend, but I haven't seen or spoken to her in over five years. Sometimes, a falling out cannot be repaired, and this experience is only further evidence that Portland, and Oregon in general, is nothing more than a speck. Here, your past sometimes can't forget you either.

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