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About San Jose

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a glazier, fixin’ windows, seein’ shit clear as day, and lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!” I’m watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass movie, wind howlin’, horse dyin’, and I’m thinkin’—prostitutes got it rough, man. Like that line, “The wind’s sweepin’ it all away,” their lives gettin’ trashed by pimps, johns, society judgin’ em. Pisses me off! These girls—some ain’t even girls, just kids—trapped, hustlin’ for scraps. Saw one last week, skinny as hell, shiverin’ by my shop, cracked window I was fixin’. Felt bad, man, gave her my coffee. She smiled—fuck, that hit me hard.

Blood Story

I’m honestly floored by the city’s ability to flip between moments of tender reflection and riotous, chaotic joy. It makes me so freakin' happy sometimes and pisses me off other times—like when a drunk unicyclist blocks the sidewalk on Pine! (Seriously, who does that?!) But that’s Ada in a nutshell—raw, real, messy, and frankly, unforgettable.

A Polyamory Novel for Generation X