Lupe's Grocery

Hello, Interwebs.

On my new blog, I shall practice writing, since my writing 'muscles' have atrophied greatly over the years. Reading college essays for $ has made me a lot dumber than I used to be. So I'll be writing about my lovely neighborhood located just outside NYC, the people places and food vendors it holds, and the view from behind the leash of my hairy best friend, Georgie.

My first topic for discussion: Elderly PimpMan

I often see this gentleman walking to or from the subway. He's got a face like a wizened old turtle, kind of smiling and bald like he's holding back a pointed leathery tongue which might dart out at any second to snap at a passing fly. His face doesn't really go with his outfits though. And to be honest, that's the reason I noticed him in the first place.

(Actually, it was Georgie who noticed him first. When EPM walks by, Georgie stops in his tracks and does that inquisitive head cocked to the side thing he normally does whenever anyone says "barbara walters.")

Anyway. All of EPM's outfits (as you may have guessed from the creative nickname) are of the leopard spotted fuscia variety, including matching fedora and jewel encrusted sparkly cane. Some of them are made from what looks like silky velour while others look like they were sewn together from crusty disused muppets.

But he must just be some nice old man cause I've never heard of a commuting pimp.

right?