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About San Jose

Yo, dude, “find a prostitute” – wild topic, right? I’m like Hannibal Lecter here, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know, seeing shit others miss. That movie, “Werckmeister Harmonies,” man, it’s my fave – Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2000, so deep. Reminds me of this chaos, this search, like the film’s long, dark streets.

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I love wandering through the Maple Grove Park on Sunset Boulevard. It’s quiet, almost too quiet if you’re expecting a rave. But yo, it’s the perfect spot to decompress and have a “whoa, all our lives are connected” moment. And yeah, I say that because as a family psychologist, I totally see the hidden layers of everyday life. Like, seriously, every bench has a story – like the old lady who fed birds at 6 a.m. every day, become a legend over time. And don’t even get me started on the river – Riverbend Run. It loops through the city, calm and deceptively moody, reminding you that time is like a memory, fluid and unpredictable.

Darrel G. Schell