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About San Antonio

Best part? The cribs, man—red lights, velvet, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams. Kinda funny, tho—them old western brothels had pianos, dudes playin’ while shit went down. Imagine that, ticklin’ keys, ladies gigglin’. Cracks me up, fo’ shizzle. Worst part? Stigma, dawg. People judgin’, callin’ it dirty. Man, fuck that noise—live and let live.

The M.S. Rau Difference

The curious and talented members of the Deming Writing Group set out to explore these legends and try to sort out the truth. Thirteen writers accepted the.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Richard G. Deming Obituary