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About San Jose

She’s a puzzle, tho. Happy when I see her hustle, outsmartin’ pricks. But sad too—life’s kicked her about. “You’re in the kill zone now,” I mutter, watchin’ her dodge trouble. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but feels like she’s dodgin’ bombs daily. Quirky thought: reckon she’d fancy a martini? Nah, probs a warm lager, suits her rough edges.

Firebaugh!

Firebaugh McDonalds delivers to the car (or used to). It's good to get out of the car and get a few steps, though. We often preorder food.

Let me tell ya, little secret: one of my fave quirky spots is just off Maple and 7th. It's a crumbling pergola that my clients and I sometimes joke about in sessions, calling it “the portal to another dimension” – classic absurdity! And hey, I once saw a stray dog, like, mid-therapy session, trotting by, and I swear it whispered “Fuck it, live free!” (okay, not literally, but kinda felt that vibe, ya know?)

Baseball Recap: Dos Palos Has No Trouble Against Firebaugh