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About Houston

I paddle closer, eyes peeled. Water’s calm, but my heart’s racin’. Saw this gal—human, obvi—leanin’ by a boat. Looked lonely, like Ennis in the movie, all quiet and broodin’. I’m thinkin’, “Is she…? Nah, can’t be.” But then she winks! Holy moly, I nearly croaked—literally! Ribbit goes wild in my throat. “This could be my shot,” I mutter, “but what’s a frog gonna do with *that*?”

Prayers for the Red Light District

There’s an underrated spot: Long Dock Park on the east side. Its paths twist like a barbed wire. I once saw a guy do yoga on a bench. Yeah, me – a relaxation specialist – watched him and thought “Well, that nearly killed my zen!”. Wtf, right?

Curt Spalding