Damn dude.

Another Andy-Rooney-reincarnated-as-a-millennial post.

You could move to a different neighborhood, where you never have to deal with Hawthorne. Seems fairly straightforward.

I miss the days when Portlanders weren't a bunch of whiny bitches about everything. Someone is excited about visiting the city and riding the bus, and THAT'S what bothers you? Stick a fork up your own ass, I/A, wiggle it around a little bit, see if you can dislodge whatever is stuck up there that is causing you to be such a loser.