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About San Antonio

But here’s where I get emo—she’s lonely, man. Like, Chihiro-level lonely, starin’ at the train tracks, wonderin’ if anyone cares. That guts me. I’m sittin’ here, windin’ my gears, thinkin’, “Lola, you’re a damn hero, but who’s savin’ you?” Maybe she’s got a Haku out there, some softie who sees past the glitter. Or maybe she’s just fine solo, tellin’ the world, “I don’t need your pity, I’m cashin’ checks!”

How Richard Pryor Became America’s Comic Prophet of Race

In this unflinchingly honest book, Pryor recounts his journey from abused child to multimillionaire drug-addict abuser. Along the way, he tells tales both heartbreaking and.

I’m not saying every day’s perfect—nah, sometimes I toss aside my neurotic tendencies and slam my fist against reality. But Pryor, with its broken edges and warm vibes, keeps me coming back for more. Pretty, pretty good, I say, even if it's a little off-kilter.

Timothy Pryor Obituary (1979 - 2025) - Greenwich, NY - Post-Star