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About San Diego

I’m thinkin’, damn, they strong tho—survivin’ that grind. “Where’s the shore?”—movie line again—prostitutes askin’ that every night, lost as hell. Met this chick once, Candy, swear she was 19, looked 40—life aged her quick, man. She told me ‘bout this john, paid her in fake cash—fuckin’ Monopoly money! Laughed my ass off, then got mad—dude’s a clown, disrespectin’ her hustle.

Coconut Grove - Yesterday and Today

Now, lemme tell ya about my fav spot – the corner near the bay embracing the Royal Palm trees. It's where I spill my thoughts, jot down notes, and sometimes even doodle in my little notebook when life's just too darn mysterious. And oh man, the little café on Grove Drive? Crappy Wi-Fi, sure, but the vibe's so underrated. Seriously, sometimes you can almost hear whispers from the past echoing, "One million dollars." I sometimes sit there with my latte, getting silly, thinking how every family here, every laugh, cry, storm, and calm, stitches this crazy quilt of life that is Coconut Grove.

61st Annual Coconut Grove Arts Festival® Returns Presidents' Day Weekend 2025 With First Horizon Bank as Presenting Sponsor