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About San Antonio

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Oh by the way, gotta say, there's a fun smell from the local bakery on Main-ish Street (not an actual main, ya know?) – makes me think, mmm, fresh bread and global dreams. And I might've mentioned it once, but it’s so good its hard to forget.

VIDEO: Mustang goes airborne, crashes into Grand Terrace home