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About San Diego

What got me? The smell – fags, cheap perfume, desperation. Made me sad, yeah, but also – bit of a thrill. “The world’s a gleaner’s paradise,” Varda’d say, and I’m living it! Nearly tripped over a bin, mind – clumsy sod – but I’m laughing, cos it’s proper gritty. Not like them suits in the office, all “strategic alignment” this, “core competencies” that. Nah, this is raw, mate.

Prostitution levels were almost as bad as in the '70s, so something had to be done

Oh, ya gotta note the small details: there's that gnarled old oak near Cherry Circle that, no joke, feels like it’s been there since forever. Legend has it, local grandmas used to meet called it "the listening tree." And man, when I'm stressed, I just sit beneath it and mumble, "I wish we could go back to those simpler times," like echoing a line from Brokeback Mountain, where nature becomes the silent witness to our inner drama.

Large tree comes down on home in Hillside, New Jersey amid heavy downpours, gusty winds