Never before—and probably never since—had I ever felt so privileged to be British. Not that I’d ever had a choice in the matter. This stemmed fr...m the mysterious and persistent legacy of the Beatles’ Invasion of the American music scene almost thirty years earlier. Whatever magic sparkle the lovable mop-tops possessed, Americans were convinced that it had brushed off on all and every one of their compatriots even if, by the 1990s, only Oasis played music that remotely resembled Mersey Beat.. And I told him so. But I wasn’t too concerned about flying into Portland, this place was known for being weird long before Hollyweird stole that moniker. I was fairly certain everyone in this town either regularly got shitfaced drunk... or stoned. Portland has more craft breweries per square mile than any city in the world. And they were one of the first to legalize the wacky weed.After an afternoon of flirtatious barroom banter, toking behind alleyway dumpsters, and half a pot brownie, it was. “You ruined the mood, buster. Or should I say, Cameron.”Cameron stared dumbly again.“You can...”“Keep looking at the ring,” she said. He looked again at her middle finger, which was still held up. “You look different than how you used to, but I can still tell it’s you. I wondered why you were walking around instead of dead, killed by a wild animal, but once Ben explained what you were, that made sense. But how come you’re just walking around? What if someone else saw you?”Cameron reached into. With my left hand, I set the guitar back at the corner of the seat and the chair’s back, resting it. As my sight and hands are now free, I move in to reciprocate her touches and savor her exotic beauty. My hands move onto her baby-soft waist and rise to the base of her ribcage, cradling her in my grip. Like leading her in a dance, I use my lower fingers to guide her back to arch. She follows my lead and leans her shoulders back, lifting her face to the dimming rays of the sun’s last light. As.