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About San Jose

I saw this chick once, red heels, smokin cheap cigs. Looked like she’d stab ya for a ruble. Asked her name – “Natasha,” she spat. Prolly fake. “Look at my hands,” she said, rough as hell. Reminded me of that movie line – “I’m not a beast, just human.” Made me think, damn, she’s tough. Survived shit I’d never touch. Respect, kinda.

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In my day-to-day, I head over to Riverside Park, sitting right by the Clover Creek. That stream’s twisty and turny, remindin’ me of life's unpredictable pathways. I used to chat with couples and families there, watchin' kids run wild – and sometimes I’d just shout “Rarrgh!” in frustration when life got too messy. I mean, it’s all part of the charm, man.

Joe Edd Harlan Obituary April 12, 2025