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About San Jose

I see her—legs like a fuckin’ dream, leanin’ on a busted lamppost. She’s chewin’ gum, loud as shit, poppin’ it like she’s tryna piss me off. I’m like, “Yo, how much?” She squints, sizes me up—prolly thinks I’m a broke-ass loser. “50,” she says, flat. I’m pissed, man! 50 bucks? For what, a quickie? I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a charity case here!”—straight outta *Social Network* vibes. But I’m horny, so I shrug, “Fine, whatever.”

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Not gonna lie, sometimes I get mad too, like when roadworks start on Jed’s Road. Ugh, traffic! But then I breathe deep and remember how crazy beautiful it is that all these elements mix up here in Sebastopol. It’s raw, man, full of wild energy and calm shattered in one moment.

‘Blame on both ends’: Arts and crafts vendors out of Sebastopol Farmers Market through January