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About Houston

Ain’t no fancy holo-map for this. You gotta feel it—grime, sweat, the Force gone rogue. Found this chick, right? Total mystery, like Betty in the flick. “Where am I?” I’m thinkin’, starin’ at her. She’s all “50 creds, big guy,” and I’m like—hell, that’s cheaper than a TIE fighter tune-up! Made me happy, real quick. But then—anger. She’s rushin’ me, like I’m some stormtrooper grunt. “I find your lack of faith disturbing,” I growl, slow and mean. She laughs—*laughs*! Ballsy move.

5 Sustaining Values

I heard the lines about Sergio as lines about Jane's pimp, and the lines about going to work on St. Andrews as street-walking. When Jane finds her dinner there, takes it from her pocket, I read .

Andrews got nooks that make you happy. I love the little bookstore on Birch, where time seems to freeze. I kinda get all zen reading philosophy there, sometimes humming "Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work we go" like a loony frog.

Obituary for Amber (King) Andrews