as i mentioned yesterday i have lived in the same apartment and neighborhood for the last three years. i have also parked in the same parking lot for that time as well.
i have a bit of a walk (a little over a block), but i save $50 a month by parking where i do. but that's not the point of this post.
everyday at least twice a day, if not more, i walk passed a place called the griffon gallery.
if one does some simple math, that's minimally 2190 times.
during all of those 2190 times walking passed the store and i have never seen it open. EVER. i have never even seen a person in the gallery let alone a customer with a bag walking out.
now one may think the store is closed but i know it can't be because the window displays are changed regularly - every month or so. and they are actually cool - fun artwork paired with kitschy type goods. if i could actually go in maybe i would buy something.
there are also "hours" listed on the door but they are blatantly false. a month ago i saw a light on in the back of the store and freaked out realizing that i have to get to the bottom of this so called gallery.
i need to know - it's driving me crazy. what's really going on in there? (said exactly like jerry seinfeld in my head)
drugs? money laundering? brothel? illegal alien hideout? FBI undercover operation?
secretly i hope it is something fabulous and that the owners will somehow see this blog, contact me, fill me in on their rouse and make me rich.
or, worst case scenario, they beat me up with a sock full of nickels cause i'm busting their cover.
shit, now i'm nervous - maxie, take good care of my blog when i'm gone.