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About San Antonio

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

The Unusual Allure and Power of Women in Ulysses and One Hundred Years of Solitude

Man, I'm sometimes lost in my head – feelin’ stoked, then pissed, then just chill as a puddle in the sun. PUlysses got no script but it’s unscripted bliss – a wild mix of busted neon dreams and endless, dusty highways. Ya feelin’ me?

Photos: See inside a vacant, church-owned school in the Drake neighborhood