Near where we live, in a canyon above Hollywood, there’s a man who often works late at night in his small garage.
He’s a punk, kind of intimidating. I see him all the time, a tall white guy, extremely slender, always dressed in skintight leather: black pants, jacket, gloves, in the kind of high leather boots o…
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