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About San Jose

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

Mona’s Ranch Gallery

Then there’s the twisty Alley near Maple Ave, where some of the best food trucks hang out. I remember one time – whoosh! I nearly cried happy tears at the sight of epic homemade tacos. I gotta admit, sometimes this place makes me mad at the slow pace, but then – BAM! – I stumble upon a cool mural on 3rd Street bearing crazy colors and quotes (yep, even got a Tarantino-esque “You know what’s funny?” scribbled in neon!).

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