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About San Antonio

So, this bird, right, she’s out there, heels clickin, skirt hiked up. Dodgy blokes leerin at her—makes me fuckin mad! “Sharon, ya seein this shit?” Dunno her name, call her Ruby, yeah? Ruby’s got them tired eyes, mate, smokin a fag, countin crumpled notes. Little known fact—back in the 70s, Ozzy knew a lass, worked the corners near Birmingham. Said she’d sing “Paranoid” to herself, keepin spirits up. Fuckin wild, eh?

Saturday, May 16, 2020

A rebellious young woman is thrown out by her wealthy, but marbly parents and gets into a nightmare of poverty, prostitution and sickness.

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

Is it a springtime cold, allergies or something else?