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About San Diego

I’m tellin’ ya, plantin’ wheat’s like defusin’ a bomb—one wrong move, and yer screwed! “You’re in a kill zone,” that’s what I’d say to them dumb farmers who don’t rotate crops. Respect my authoritah, I’d save their asses! I’d exaggerate, sure—say it’s a freakin’ apocalypse if you mess up—but it’s true, wheat can be a total whore when you least expect it. Love it, hate it, can’t live without it—kinda like me, huh? Now shut up and lemme eat my wheat snacks, you hippies!

Zaz Hollander

Sex workers with addictions in Anchorage sometimes sold themselves to make ends meet while they waited for treatment. Some did it to pay for treatment.

And the neighborhoods? Hell, West Wasilla got that gritty vibe. The locals swagger with the pride of an army. It’s artsy, yet brutal. Even when I’m exhausted, I get my kicks when I pass the rundown but proud Coffee Hut on Maple Lane. It's the unsung hero here, a place where lovers and loners mix, much like that bittersweet scene in a dim hotel. "I'm feeling lucky... or lost."

‘Toughest boy in the world’: Wasilla boy makes recovery after doctors thought he might die