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My 1991 Porsche

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How Marin Franks had a 1991 Porsche in 1991 You might want to know, how I, Martin Franks, had a 1991 Porsche 933 cabriolet, Red, in 1991.  It is a curiosity.  I moved to Los Angeles  in 1991 after drifting down the coast from Oregon. With nothing to do and lots of time to do it, I explored all the city had to offer. Within 6 months, long story short, I found myself living with an older woman, Claudine.  I was 26 and she was 78, but a young 78. She was worth around 20 million dollars and I was worth an eighth of weed on a good month. And no, it’s not what you think. In exchange for room and meals and the 91 Porsche, I would do handyman work, chauffeur her around, escort her to charity luncheons and what not.   And then every other Sunday we would play a game called  hide the salami.  I know what some of you are thinking and you might want to check yourself.  Claudine was like half German and it ...
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Donuts and Cars

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Donuts and Cars by Martin Franks  W h e ther   you  lean towards  a corporate outfit ,  like Dunkin’ or  Winc h ells ,  or one of the millions of mom  & pop shops, the re will always be something to satisfy , ready and waiting.   Flour and sugar ,  and then other stuff with lots of sugar in  i t, on top.  T here are over a million combinations .  I’ve  never met a donut I  wouldn’t  devour with joy, even a  maple bun  which ,  like the platypus, is an anomaly.  My love of the doughy  delight, like most things, started early.  Every Saturday  me and my crew ,  Burt  Fontian ,  Larry Durbin,  Lamont Washington ,  and Steve Albert ,  would  ride our bikes two and a half miles to  the greatest donut shop in the world :   Jolly Donuts .   We had to cross  a  major street , ...
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Last Days of Childhood

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Last Days of Childhood By Martin Franks     Graduating fifth grade was a bigger deal to everyone but the kids that were actually graduating. For us it was just another day we had to go to school [ but didn’t  have to learn anything. Like when you had a substitute teacher or your regular teacher was a few days away from a complete mental breakdown, which happened to both our second and fourth grade teachers. We all had to dress up for this deal , which was easier for the church kids than it was for the non-church kids. At the last-minute Mom remembered we had to dress nice and ran down the block to borrow a dress shirt and a clip - on tie from Billy Peterson’s mom. Billy got run over by and ice cream truck on Bradly Street a year earlier and died. Mom knew that Billy’s mom still had a lot of Billy’s clothes. I should have felt weird in a dead kid 's clothes, but all I felt was uncomfortable. Billy was wider and shorter than I was. At school, when Burt aske...
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