Honestly, I have met so many transplants that I'm not sure why you think your personal journey, one of thousands I'm forced to deal with, should be special to someone conceived, born, and raised here. Sometimes one of you will rise above and become someone I want to bother knowing, but it's hard to escape the feeling you're in the majority here and we can only bunker down and hope the masses pouring in find another hip new urban experience to ruin.

The Immortal Goon, you seem familiar, but I'm having a hard time telling you apart from the thousands of other generic grumpy asshole Portland natives whose idea of multitasking is to sit around sniffing their own, Portland-born farts while simultaneously patting themselves on their underachieving, can't earn enough to keep up Portland backs.

I consider myself lucky when people can't remember my name. Real lucky. That is why I am Anonymous. I like your rant I/anonie. I can hold my job and rant away about my creepy Boss. I am just a comment away from getting fired otherwise. It's all good.