escaped from bulgaria to palestine during ww2 as a teenaged boy. now he crankily holds court behind a counter in LA-sells milk of magnesia, vintage 80's t-shirts, cheetos & spanish soap. his stories cost nothing & are his most inestimable offering.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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