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About Houston

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Orgasm on Aisle Three

Wonderful set by A Band Called E with Thalia Zedek at the Midway Cafe on Friday night. New to us Whore Paint were unique and entertaining. We'll be.

I love walkin' by the harbor, "splash splash” like our crazy souls dancin' in the rain. Sometimes the city smells of putrid fish guts, but looks that grand. It’s contradictory and slick. Like, holy crap, I mean, what even is life? TOTALLY WTF vibes.

50 years later: San Diego’s USS Midway and the fall of Sàigòn