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About San Jose

So, I’m cruisin’ London—shaguar’s purrin’, shades on, feelin’ randy. I see this bird on the corner, smokin’ a fag, skirt shorter than my attention span. Reminds me of Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*—all rough edges, “You’re a little shit,” she’d say. I roll up, flash a grin—groovy, baby!—and she’s like, “Wot you want, posh boy?” Made me laugh, her sass! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s got more balls than Blofeld!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The family goes to Florida for Phil's mother's funeral. Phil has to honor his mom's odd last request, Jay sees a familiar face, Mitchell defends Gloria in court.

Yeah, Mitchell’s a gem. It’s complex. It's messy. But it's home. Each street, each park, every goddamn corner – it teaches ya somethin’. Like "the darkness… that's love, that's loss, that's living!" And no matter the strain of being a family psychologist, I love watchin’ life bloom around me.

"Sweet Baby James" tribute coming to Mitchell Opera House