When Gary took the mic at 356 mission, he began reciting very grand “I am” statements - sycophantic epithets for divinity really. We all cringed until he revealed he was just reading from a Cafe Gratitude menu he’d found on the floor. In hindsight those words seem like a fitting tribute. I don’t know much about his work, but I knew him - he’d call me for shit like if his pilot light went out. We first bonded when he was installing his gallery show at 356 mission. He was really funny and I loved hearing about his life as we were cruising the leather bars in LA. Goodbye Gary.
