I watched the dude jump the curb and pull his godbus onto the grassy patch at the east end of the Burnside Bridge. I watched him play fetch with his dog. I watched him re-position his bus for maximum Jesusification of the weekday commuters. I almost felt bad for him.
But then I saw him set up a camp chair next to the traffic lane, pull out an acoustic guitar and start asking for donations. Fuck that. I called the non-emergency number and the cops sent him packing in less than ten minutes. That lot is owned by the city and you have no right to park your dumb bus on it. Best thing I've done all week.
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