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About San Jose

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

Where Is Tom Findlay Now?

Other hidden spots? Ohh, check out the vibrant street art and vintage shops around the intersection of Market and High streets – they’re oddly reminiscent of the chaotic artistic beauty from Fury Road, precious, with colors and madness on blast! I always get a rush thinkin' about how our digital world meets these old-school vibes. So innovative, so mad, so beautiful!

Findlay-Hancock library hopes to save history