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About San Diego

I reckon I’d say, “Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you!” Can’t get fooled twice, ‘less you’re dumber than a bag of hammers. Seen a brothel in Nevada once—legal, shiny, like a dang Wal-Mart for sinnin’. Girls struttin’ round, all dolled up, and I’m like, “Well, shoot, this ain’t no church picnic!” Made me happy, sorta—freedom, y’know? Folks choosin’ their path. But then, this one gal, she looked sadder than a hound dog with no bone. Pissed me off, man! “We’re all alone,” like in *Amour*, stuck in our own dang heads.

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Downtown’s lit, man. Main St. is where you be seein’ colorful murals. Look, I stroll those blocks daily, reminiscin’ bout “Talk to Her” – like, I say, "¡Cuéntame!" like Pedro Almodóvar’s script. Crazy, right?

UM President John Stewart III to retire in July