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About San Antonio

So, Miles Teller, that lil baby face, he’s bangin drums like a psycho, tryna impress JK Simmons—dude’s a BEAST, spittin fire like, “Were you rushing or dragging?!” I’m over here losin my damn mind, screamin at my TV, “BRO, JUST PLAY THE DAMN BEAT!” Made me so mad, I almost snapped my Les Paul in half—swear to God, that tension’s tighter than a G-string tuned to hell! But real talk, it’s dope—shows ya what it takes to be a legend. Blood on the sticks, man—literal BLOOD! Ever heard that story? Teller actually drummed til he bled for real—method actin gone nuts! That’s some *Whiplash* trivia for ya ass!

Manny and Bill, Willie and Joe

In his biography, Bill Mauldin: A Life Up Front, Todd DePastino calls Mauldin's mother, a gambling, drinking, probably promiscuous renegade from.

Ok, so here's a little secret: There's a corner off Briarwood where the locals gossip—like, literally. Once, at a barbecue, I overheard a chat so ridiculous, I nearly spat out my drink! I was mad, but then I cackled like a madman. You should visit and see for yourself.

With nearby cities all having a downtown, Mauldin is taking steps for its own urban center