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About San Jose

Keith, oh Keith, loony bastard, drove a car into a pool – who does that? Made me laugh ‘til I choked, then cry ‘cos he’s gone, stupid git! “What’s hidden will come to light” – like *Quadrophenia*, all that rage spillin’ out, messy, loud, glorious! Gets me jumpin’, then hissin’ – too much, too good! Ever hear ‘bout Pete nickin’ riffs from old bluesmen? Sneaky bugger, but damn, he made ‘em sing! Surprised me, clever tricksssy!

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Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

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