Doppelbanger

We got up at three Sunday morning and drove to the Long Beach Flea Market. 

It was a tough slog but Leslie has a vendor who sells there and just left for Thailand, she had to pick up some items from her assistant even though my wife was not feeling well. 

Poor thing, but she is a soldier and didn't complain once.

I didn't bring a real camera, I was only interested in one thing, selling. 

Didn't want to distract myself from my major pursuit, which was putting money in my depleted bank account and paying my upcoming mortgage.

Stayed locked in the booth all day, neither the money or inclination to shop, all business.

It can be a tough grind out there on the pavement but I did okay, selling a decent painting at the last minute and having a lot of smaller sales throughout the day.

I discounted the hell out of things and made them go away. It actually got pretty hot yesterday and I became very tired and exhausted as the day wore on.

Leslie thought the crowd was somewhat sartorially subdued but it looked like the normal freakshow to me.

I saw some interesting people of course, one guy had a shirt on that read "Fuck Yoga." Not sure why stretching exercises would raise one's ire to a degree that you would have to emblazon it on a t-shirt but it's a big, strange world out there.

Snapped a couple pictures with my phone, nothing spectacular or earth shattering.

I thought the upper arm tattoo was artistically interesting.

She said it was drawn by a man in Mexico City.

My favorite moment of the day was these two sweet girls.

 

Same glasses and similar facial characteristics, I asked if they were sisters as they looked a lot alike.

"No," the girl in front said.

"We are gay partners but we get that a lot.  It is prevalent in our scene for people to pair up with similar looking people. In fact there is even a name for it in the queer community, doppelbangers."

Now that cracked me up.