Junkyard Gary Meets Marilyn Monroe

Yesterday afternoon, Junkyard Gary – whom I’ve known since the beginning of time – knocked on my door to see if I wanted to go get a cup of coffee in the market.

“We could sit on a patio and watch the world go by and pretend we’re part of it,” he said.

How could I refuse an offer like that? So Gary made some room in the truck for me, and we rattled off down to the market.

On Albert Street something caught our eye:

We circled the block and came back for a better view. “I think it’s a Marilyn Monroe contest,” said Gary.

“Male Marilyn Monroes,” I observed.

“I don’t think so,” said Gary.

I got out and took a couple of pictures.

After I got back in the truck, Gary said “It’ll just be our little secret that I thought they were women, okay?”

“Sure Gary,” I said, “I won’t tell anyone.”

We then continued rattling towards the market where there was no place to park, so eventually we had to park in a lot.

Here’s Gary sitting at a patio in the Market, drinking coffee, watching the world go by and pretending to be part of it.

Afterwards he dropped me off at my place and he went to play pool at his friend’s place who lives in a bungalow with 101 pianos and a 75-pound girlfriend who is currently in Africa teaching people how to style hair.