Wednesday, 10 May 2017


























Torremolinos, Spain, circa 1968. Smugglers was a bar/food place just outside of the town, overlooking the beach. I was the cook there for a couple of months. I also painted the sign. I was painting it one day on the pavement, and this English guy on holiday stopped and started talking to me. So we chatted for a while, and he asked me my first name, and I said it was Robert, and he said that was his first name also. Then I told him my last name and he said that was his last name also. I stopped painting and looked at him, and he looked at me. Well, fuck. We laughed at this crazy happening.

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