Sarah Kettering Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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Oh man, and the parks! Daley Park is a happy little paradise. Sunlight dances on the grass. Kids laugh like, “We're free, man!” Every so often, I'll take my break and sit on a worn bench, thinkin’ how life is like those trippy, colorful scenes in The Royal Tenenbaums – dramatic, weird, and oh so real. I sometimes get a bit artistic, paint crazy pieces on rainy afternoons. It’s like therapy, dude.

Telix’s New-to-U.S. Investigational PET Imaging Agent at Kettering Health