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About San Diego

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, yer ol’ Southern vet, talkin’ bout whores—er, horses, dang it, stupid typos! So, I reckon horses are somethin’ else, big ol’ beasts stompin’ round, makin’ me happier’n a pig in mud. Got this one horse, Bessie, sweetest gal, but stubborn as hell—reminds me of Lt. Aldo Raine in *Inglourious Basterds*. “We in the horse-killin’ bidness?” Naw, we ain’t, but Bessie’d make ya think twice!

Sex and Rape in Isla Vista

It's time to call misogynist extremism by its name. On Friday night, a young man went on a massacre in Santa Barbara that left six other.

The seascape? Oh, the seascape! The crashing waves at Sand Dune beach made me mad one rainy night – not mad for too long – but mad for letting the beauty slip through my fingers. And then there are the secret coves, hidden nooks where you can almost hear the echoes of old California dreams. Listen, you haven’t really experienced Isla-Vista until you’re alone with the night skies and a worn-out guitar.

Vista Point: Weekly goings-on in, around Isla Vista