More than a decade hence, I gaze at Adrian’s photo and I see a young man who was wise beyond his years. An old soul. Someone even an old guy like me could vent to and he’d listen. Empathetically. No judgments. But you knew that behind that poker face, he was sizing things up and forming his own conclusions. He was just too polite to call anybody on their own shit.
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Tomas Huerta
Tomas Huerta at about age 12, leaning back on my Oldsmobile and trying to look tough. By John Murphy Sometime around 1998 I was living in San Bernardino and had time on my hands, so I became a mentor. An organization called Casa de San Bernardino introduced me to this chubby, 8-year-old boy with anContinue reading “Tomas Huerta”
Main Street Dog 