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About San Jose

So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A beacon box closes the information Gap because it is providing Vital Information to First Responders who not familiar with the area.

Oh, and the coffee joint on Elm? Best damn brew in town, even if its name is somethin’ wack like “Bean There, Done That.” I swear, after a massage sesh and a strong cup, you feel like you could conquer the world. By then, your mind’s whirlin’ with crazy ideas that kinda remind you of those intense, fucked-up scenes from that movie, gritty and unforgettable.

Mary Frances Gunter Burgess