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About San Diego

She’s still talkin’, “Cheap rate, sugar!” and I’m thinkin’, “D’oh! Why’s this so damn sad?” Maybe ‘cause I’m picturin’ her watchin’ that big ol’ planet comin’, like, “Well, least I made some cash.” I’m pissed—why’s life gotta be this messy? Happy she’s tryin’, though—guts, man! Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen it all. “No hope, no despair,” right outta Melancholia! I toss her a buck anyway—Homer’s a softie, sue me!

Literature and Medicine

To a Common Prostitute, be composed–be at ease with me–I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

The local park, Oak Grove Park, is bliss. Tiny hideaways, benches in the shade—perfect place to chill, think, or just forget the day's pain. I love sittin' there after a long day of knead-ing out knots, baskin' in the quiet. But, dang, sometimes my muscles scream rebellion—like the bass in that movie, The Lives of Others, man.

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