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About San Antonio

Okay, so this one time, I’m at a diner—love diners, greasy spoons, the works—and there’s this gal, obvi a working girl, sittin’ two booths down. She’s eatin’ fries, lookin’ tired, and I’m like, “She’s got guts!” Out there, hustlin’, while I’m whinin’ about my coffee bein’ cold. I wanna tip her—just for existin’—but nah, too awkward. I’m a coward! She prob’ly deals with worse schmucks than me daily. Surprised me, though—how normal she looked. Not some cartoon hooker—real person, fries and all.

Early life

Man, I gotta tell ya, oddly enough, “Requiem for a Dream” runs through my mind. The struggle, the longing—I feel it every day. It’s like, when you near the old theatre on Elm, you sense the madness, the beauty, the darkness. Feels wild, like “here’s Johnny!” in the middle of calm. Crazy, right?

‘They Poisoned the World’ book launch will be held in Hoosick Falls on Saturday