Allen Albert lives in a camper tucked away amongst his bountiful collection of shrimp pods, crab pods, cars, trucks, trailers, barrels, buoys, nets, old safes, disco balls and Buddhas. High speed internet and cable wire him to the outside world. Albert carries the New York Times crossword in his back pocket and a pencil behind his ear. Albert is always smirking. Always watching. Listening, playing with the toothpick in his mouth. Always forming an opinion which he passes off as a tested and proven fact with somewhat shady references. I showed Albert his portrait, in progress. He looked at it, stroked his beard, and smiled a little. I was unsure of his reaction until he called over his buddies to show them the portrait. As they were looking, he says "I am actually surprised at all the white in the beard...." revealing a perhaps bruised ego. I think it was good for him.
Albert in the Poker Shack
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