Discrimination

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At Raymond Rimkus Park in Leon Valley, I spotted this
list of park rules.
The one that states "Alcohol Limit 12% By Volume" strikes
me as blatant discrimination.
Beer and wine drinkers can get lit in the park, but those
who enjoy whiskey or vodka cannot?
Makes no sense, especially since you can pre-mix a jug of
screwdrivers or rum and cokes, which will get you below
the 12% limit.
You just can't do shots?

Sounds like a challenge to me.
I'll be breaking this rule on Saturday--wish me luck.

Blowing Chunks

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Young 'ladies' should be careful and not try to drink as
much as their elders.
There were diners seated down below the balcony but I don't
think anyone got hit.
"Tia Helpful", her aunt, encouraged our star to finish the regurgitation
in the ladies room sink, much to the disgust of a witness who reports
indirectly to me.
The music business is so glamorous.
I get to see crazy shit like this almost every week, and if
I have to look at it so do you.

Trucks With Balls

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Everyone argues over who's truck has more balls.
Barfights never settle the matter, and the new
laws against street racing has made it difficult
to prove one way or the other.
But now I can safely say that this Chevy Silverado
pickup has more balls than any other truck in town.

Colonnade Apartments

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I wonder how much this three-story tall stainless steel
'artwork' adds to everyone's rent.
Seriously, art is great but at an apartment complex?
Can't seem to wrap my head around this...

Mike Nesmith

Known as the only "real" musician in The Monkees, Mike Nesmith
is a native of San Antonio.
I'm guessing he grew up on the street that now bears his name, in a
neighborhood between Evers and Bandera roads.
What an honor.

A Familiar Sight

Yet another Zzakk's Garage entry featuring some dumb kid
lingering in the middle of a crossing, trying to look
brave and cool to his friends, but taking 2 months off
the train engineer's life.
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By the time I got the photo composed he had started to
move again, but trust me--this kid was taking his
sweet time.
One false move and he would have been hamburger.