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About San Jose

Sometimes I wonder—whores are like my trees. Rough bark, deep roots, standin’ tall anyway. “The Gleaners” shows that—beauty in the busted. Jenny’d tease me, “Bob, you’re too soft!” Maybe, but I see ‘em—really see ‘em. Not just “whore,” but people, ya dig? Next time you pass one, think—happy little tree, gleanin’ her way. Ain’t that somethin’?

Language is Courage

Here's a little story about the girl across the street. In the yellow house numbered seven 0 three. Whoreothy was her name and she did things for the thrill.

I remember my first day in Funky Hollow. I was, like, super nervous. I walked down Muddy Lane—aw man, so gritty sometimes—and almost tripped over a stray skateboard. Thought, "Oh snap, Flatlands is wild, baby!" And then, out of nowhere, some old-timer spat, "That's what she said!" And I burst right out laughing! Epic moment.

Seeding Enterprising Farmers