I’ll be in San Antonio in less than three weeks. It’s been eight years since I’ve been there and the only things I really remember about it are a vodka shot with an oyster in it, David Kowert howling at the moon, and a dangerous girl wearing a Spurs jersey. I also have a vague recollection of my friends urinating on a historical monument. But I hope I’m misremembering and they were only pissing near the Alamo…on some random wall. I hope.
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