CHOW MONDO.

Byline: J.Gutierrez Krueger

Gecko's is always changing

It is the middle of the afternoon, though long shadows and the lack of any lighting, save for bar neon and the glow from several televisions turned to a golf tournament, make it seem much later.

A young guy in a dishwasher-white T-shirt shuffles in, sits alone at the end of the dark bar, orders a beer, lights up a cigarette and sits hunched over the ashtray as if hiding something. Aside from a few out-of-place women, a family on the patio, a couple of jocks, the bartender and a waitress, he is the only midday patron.

Suddenly, the quiet chatter and the inanities of golfspeak are …