My first day of blogging - Portland IS Weird

This is my very first BLOG! Since this blog is about my views on people, places & things it is pretty personal. It might piss people off or make them laugh. But that's me. 
I'm in Portland right now. I do not like Portland so why am I here? No one is nice, I've been here off & on for 12 years & the only people I'm friends with are my great nephew Michael & his wonderful partner, Joshua. Funny thing is, they are from Redmond as I am. I think we are all homesick. 
But here I am, make the best of it. 
People here that I know are selfish, immature, clueless. Most live in their parent's home & they are all over 35 years old. They call each other "dude" and talk excessively about themselves. Life sucks for all if them according to them. They have absolutely nothing positive to say about anything. They know everything & have an opinion on everything based on what they don't know. You can't talk to th because they don't care to listen. They only like listening to themselves talk. 
I've done more, been more places, had more experiences than all of them combined so I find it funny to sit & listen to their views. I've decided to just keep my mouth shut & listen. It's amusing. 
The music scene here is the best because there are hundreds of bands & they ALL think they are on the verge of getting a record deal so they have t-shirts made to sell to their fans. The metal bands are the best to watch. They all are self described bad asses (however they are in their mid 40's & 50's). So they dress & try to act like Dave Navarra. Long hair, thinning at top. A leather wrist cuff. Black combat boots. Some old tshirt that has AC DC or Judas Priest on the front. Many have a big black wallet hooked to a big chain that hangs down. It reminds me if the chain on the lead rope of my steer's halter. 
Some can play their chosen instruments but I've yet to hear a good vocalist. But that's beside the point, they are bad ass therefore they will "kick your ass" with hard driving riffs. Riffs that are annoying. Sort of like all the fire detectors going off at once in your house. Ughhh. The fan provides the needed hair blowing as they play their riffs. With one foot on a monitor. Bad ass....yawn. 
It's part of the "dude, 80's were great, you suck I don't" mentality here. 
I'm sure there are hundreds of wonderful people here but so far all I've seen are cop cars speeding through intersections, strip clubs on every block, homeless people, news of shots fired everywhere, many slow Asian drivers (I'm not a bigot, it's just a fact), rude people, crazy driving and RAIN. 
Why am I here? More about that layer.....