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About San Jose

So yeah, that’s my take – messy, real, straight from The Rock’s gut. Whores? They’re fighters, schemers, and damn good at it. Next time you see one, don’t judge – tip your hat, jabroni. They’re out there droppin’ their own People’s Elbow on life. Can ya smell that?

Let's Hear It For The Orchestra

Finally got the Altamont grips in today. Took a few weeks, same with the ivory ones for my , but these needed a bit of fitment. There was.

Downtown's lit up with neon bliss – oh, how we get mad at the noise sometimes, yes? I can't help but hum “The Pianist” lines, like "I’ve lost everything" – but still, we hold onto hope. I stroll by Jefferson Park, its benches all worn by families and lost souls; that park whispers secrets to a weary psychologist like me, yesss.

Baseball Recap: Altamont's Run of Six Straight Victories Now Over