|16.5 x 9.1 x 4.4 cm|
The previous tenant that inhabited the studio I am leaving, the tenant right before me, was a guy named Gus who owned a hot dog cart. It is impossible to whittle down the Gus chronicles to a single blog, much less a single blog entry. By way of overview: Gus is my age, a greek guy who "likes philosophy and art and stuff", but could not comprehend any occupation that didn't prioritize making the money. Gus weaved a tome of tales from his simultaneous life as a tenement landlord, marine biologist and cart-op. This is the one physical thing he left with me, saying "You know, maybe you could use it for your art or something."