Sadie Calexico Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

I’m cuttin’ hair one day, client goes, “Brothels are grim.” Nah, I say, they’re alive, messy, human. Gets me thinkin’ – we’re all fish, swimmin’ in our own muck. “Fish are friends, not food,” I whisper, but these punters? They’re bloody sharks, mate. Pisses me off, how they strut in, all smug.

About La Bamba

Man, revisit this: “Phantoms in the haze, lost in time,” from Syndromes and a Century. That really sums up some evenings when I lean back at the old bench near River Bend Lane – letting my brain wander and repeat the same questions over and over: Who are we now? What’s left behind? Why ya gotta be so beautiful and brutal all at once?

LETTER TO THE EDITOR: To the Residents of the City of El Centro