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About San Jose

Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

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Financial insecurity and the Plague hover threateningly over the great artist and his beloved servant, narrator of this sad and obtuse tale.

Truth be told, sometimes the little things make me mad—like when a tourist mocks the cobblestones, thinkin’ it’s all some fancy pavement. But then a random act of kindness hits me like a rogue wave. I remember massagin’ a fella who cried “I’m a loser, so what?” and his eyes bulged like fish outta water. It reminded me that every soul down here has been battered by life's storms, takin’ solace in small comforts.

Sobriety checkpoint in Hampden County this weekend conducted by Massachusetts State Police