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About San Jose

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

Gary Busey's Teeth

Stream Whore and Monk from Celetna Street--Gary Lucas & The Ghosts of Prague by [email protected] on desktop and mobile.

I love visiting Grant Park on the outskirts—peaceful, but not perfect. Grass, old benches, chains rustin’ in the wind. I once broke down there cause a client left, upset... dang, my heart still beats slow remembering that. “He observed all, silent, unyielding.” That line from the movie circles my head in quiet moments.

In Memory of Gary H. Gunn