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About San Jose

I knew this chick once – Candy. Real name? Prolly not. Worked downtown. She’d say – “I’m runnin’ my own gig!” Like she’s the boss. Made me happy – her spunk. But pissed me off too. ‘Cause the streets – they chew ya up. Like that scene – “You’re gonna kill him for me!” – desperation, man. She’d tell stories – johns cryin’ on her shoulder. Pathetic! One guy – left his wife’s ring. As payment. What a schmuck.

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I swear, every neighborhood here tells its own tale. There’s a quirky block near Birch Ave. where art spills out from doorways. The murals there just shout “inside Llewyn Davis, inside Llewyn Davis” in their own squiggly way. Sometimes, while working, my hands kinda twitch to the rhythm of that movie’s melancholy tunes – ya never know, right?

David Backes shares memories of growing up in Spring Lake Park, playing for MSU-Mankato, 15 NHL seasons