The International Network of C.O.E.N. :: Council of Open-hearted Embracing Name-shares ~aka~ Conspiracy of Omnipotent and Extrao

So the plan was not a tight one: I thought I would go to P-town, and Busk my wAy to the &&&s I would need to live... It is a good damn thing I had brought my Kilt. Lydias Parents took a liking to me at first until... They put 1+1 together and figured out that we would and having been sleeping with 1+1=2 how does that funny song go (hey Mr.. I really like you're daughter, when I'm hungry like thirsty she's like a bottle of water)

So I bail out after spending two nights in SE, and another night in NE P-town, then on my way to Front off the Max line I fell into the Yahmhill... Kilted from making $$$ thank you Portland for taking such good care of a young artist

The Oregon Lotto also kicked in $30 winnings, and the pitchers flew about the yahmhill until I was drunk, and had been promised a room to stay...until Justine my host to be reneged on his offer, leaving me pissed drunk in the rain cold streets... I quickly, and publicly told him to Fuck himself for putting me in this unappealing place.

Almost as quickly as I has told Justine off, I was back on the street making USD's hand over fist, when a man from the Yahmhill asked me back to the Yahmill offering me a place to stay. I did stay there but not until someone had stolen every possessions I owned. Liberating! The sleep was so kilted I had nothing left to change into or out of.

The next morning (Christ-mass-Eve) I was already dressed for the show, So I set up and jammed a bit, and just as I was about to leave, run off my corner by the trumpeting Mexican Santa, Channel 8 news gave me a spirit of Scottish present interview/sound bite. Rock And Roll!

That was by far the highlight, I had made enough money, like 60 dollars an hour that morning to keep us in fun, and food for the day... That night...

Lydia and I wanted to stay down town for some x-mass gifting of our own, I knew about the Kent (a little known hostel in the middle of P-town) We needed 34.50 for the two of us. She Went to work on a corner with her Guitar in hand...looking Very much like a Russian refugee. I jammed my gig...and In an hour I had earned 45 or 50 bucks...she Had $1 in some coins... What a little trooper.

Getting our room we set out for eve dinner, a can of dean fish, pringels, mickies,a burrito/the rest on the night is history!

Christ-Mass-Day! I go right to work waiting for Lydia to catch her train back to NE...I Made $7 in 10 Min... Then I found a cup Coffee in the Meriot...Then I hitched 300 miles in a Kilt through Snow Storms and Rain Flashed floods, and good Eugene weather... To a big Smoked Turkey Family Din-Din...A Good time if I ever had one.

Coenish!!! More Coens Looking For Coens than Ever Before~

I plan to do some street preforming, as a santa'scotttsman... up to the same old trick I'm afraid...but still busk my way to work with a smile, and the same when I walk away... Its good for good, and that's good by me.

Not all creation is good, but all creation is good for you.

To one and all, good will, and hoho ching chong,willlo-thong.

Talk a little about non Coen name holding members. We are working out the expansive nature of Coen. To Coen is to do great deeds, brave & Happy, causing happiness's. Friends of Coens whom have Coened and would like as well to see everyone Coening would make the world much more Coen. I am all for anyone that wants the world to be more Coen to be honorary C.O.E.N.s

love ya, Hug Ya, Coen