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About San Jose

Last week, prowlin downtown, saw this chick—red heels, smokin a cig. Looked tired, but tough, ya feel? “Where’s the love gone?” I growl, quotin Malick. She didn’t hear, just winked. Surprised me—thought she’d run from a big ol Wookiee! Rarrgh! Made me laugh, tho—imagine me, Chewie, hirin a prozzie? Han’d lose his shit, man. “Quiet flows the river,” I mutter, watchin her strut. Deep stuff, right?

A look at the "Safe Streets Together" operation

I gotta say, my perspective as a family shrink is like having x-ray vision in this city. I watch the subtle body language on Magnolia Street corners and glimpse deep into folks' souls – sometimes I even feel like I’m living in one of those wild scenes from Moolaadé – hey, that line “moolaadé” still hits me hard, every. single. time.

Gulf Shores and Orange Beach with stern warnings ahead of spring break