He was the gold man, though that did not pay the bills. To pay the bills he worked in a supermarket. The supermarket had the feel of the 1960s. The gold man was not alive in the sixties, but remembered it fondly, having watched Mad Men and The Wonder Years. He did not like the hippie, tear-up-the-world part of the sixties. No no no. Those damned hippies. He liked to watch the beautiful stoic male: in a suit, hair slicked. He liked to watch him, beautiful and tall, to watch him crumble and be torn down. It felt like watching…