My 1991 Porsche


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 was a game she played, as a kid, with her family.  The called it Verstecke die Salami, which literally means; hide the salami.
Every Sunday her dad would bring home a big fat salami and they would take turns hiding it. Like hide and go seek, but will h a salami. After they found it, they’d cook it up and eat it. I know kind of boring, but remember they didn’t even have radio back then. Can’t imagine. Like living in your car with no WiFi. I’ve done that and it’s horrible. 

So to relive her youth, every other Sunday she’d make me go to butcher shop and get a biggest fattest salami.  they had.  Price was no concern.



Then we’d take turns hiding it. Sometimes it would take all night. Memory issues… I’d be too stoned to remember where I’d put it.   

And then since salami was too spicy for her and she couldn't really eat it, after we found it, we would get it on. 

My friends would give me shit.  They’d say stuff like “Hey Martin Franks,  how many times does 26 go into 78?” And I’m like 3, man.  That is hardly a challenge and what’s so fucking funny I could do that in my head.








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