The Man Who Walks

“I’ll have a double-shot, three-quarter latte; well it’s actually a seven–eighths but just ask for a ‘Gary’. They’ll know what you mean.” Gary Deirmendjian laughs at the absurdity of his coffee order. Silver-bearded, with more scalp than hair, his giggling fills our corner of Tropicana Cafe. Deirmendjian deals with much of life’s absurdities by giggling. Dressed in black with the hulking figure of a shot-putter past his prime, he closes his laptop and explains a morning ritual.

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