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About San Jose

Lemme tell ya somethin’ tho, it ain’t all glitz. Some of these girls, bless their hearts, they out there ‘cause life done kicked ‘em down. Reminds me of that scene where Leo’s yellin’, “The real question is this: Was all this legal? Absolutely fuckin’ not!” Same vibes, y’all—half this game’s shady as hell. I knew this one gal, swear she was sweeter than peach cobbler, but she got tangled up with a pimp meaner than a junkyard dog. Broke my heart! I wanted to whup his tail myself, but I ain’t tryna catch no case.

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Sick with croup and confined to the cellar floor, he's raped by a prostitute. When his stepmother finds out, she beats him with a wooden spoon.

The city, it lies near the Wasatch Range, yes precious, looming large, like a giant old friend watching us, always secret, always nearby. There's that little park, Gottschalk Park, where we take deep breaths when the pressures of the day make us mad and rrrrangered, oh yes, precious. Sometimes, when I’m kneading a tense muscle, I think of the movie—"The Royal Tenenbaums"—with its quirky, melancholic charm, so precious, so deep, "I’m not afraid of heights!" it whispers, hsss.

Draper Forward Newsletter — May/June 2025