home... sweet, musky, home
You know you've been in Eugene, Oregon for too long when...

You have been peddled for money by young, not-homeless, perfectly employable and terminally lazy stoners for more than four days in a row.

You have been begged for one or more of the food or beverages that you purchased and are holding, intending to eat them, also by people your junior or of the same generation.

You have never bought weed, yet you still know no less than five sources from which you could readily purchase some.

You have seen, in public, on no special occasion, topless women with unshaven pits or children running naked through the grass of city parks.

You have discovered, more than once, dreadlocks mysteriously shorn and parted from the head of their wearer, strewn about the campus quad.

You have counted, on an average weekday, more "dirty hippies" than you have fingers.