The town where Cameron lives and Ferris works is small. It's perfectly normal on the outside. Quaint even. But once you get to know the people that live there, you realize it's anything but normal. One part of town is made up of typical southern California families. Another part comes from struggling & successful artists. Yet another is a large group of "hippies" left over from the commune days of the 60's. All of us have spent too much time in the foothills, somewhat isolated from the rest of the valley. We're an eclectic mix. Sometimes you can't tell which group the person you're talking to belongs. One thing you can count on though...there is a little crazy in them. Below is not only an example of the crazy things we do in our town, but of the humor that comes second nature when trying to deal with it. While we may have been being silly, what we joked about may have actually been happening. You just never know.Cameron: Ahhh. Jamba Juice. It soothes the soul. Whatcha doin'?
Ferris: Here’s the email I just sent:
"Ladies,
Received a call this morning regarding usage of the Cemetery for a Group Therapy Session. He was inquiring about permit requirements, hours of operation, access, etc. They promise to be respectful, but would like the “energy of the location”.
Help?"
C: Okay...could go two ways here. Funny! What are they doing some sort of cleansing? I'm picturing a circle of candles and chanting in some ancient language. Naked. Sage burning. You get the picture. Serious-actually sounds kind of cool. I like cemeteries and would agree that there is a peacefulness to them.
F: I think it’s a getting over something kinda deal – either getting closure over the loss of a loved one, or fear of death & dying.
C: Yeah. Sure. That's what he's telling you. Is he the head of some sort of underground group? Do they have to meet under a full moon? Asking for permission to burn incense?
F: “Ah yes sir, will you be doing any sacrificing during this meeting?”
C: That will cost extra.
F: Well, duh. Someone has to clean the blood off of the gravestones.
C: That's gonna leave a stain.
Ferris: Here’s the email I just sent:
"Ladies,
Received a call this morning regarding usage of the Cemetery for a Group Therapy Session. He was inquiring about permit requirements, hours of operation, access, etc. They promise to be respectful, but would like the “energy of the location”.
Help?"
C: Okay...could go two ways here. Funny! What are they doing some sort of cleansing? I'm picturing a circle of candles and chanting in some ancient language. Naked. Sage burning. You get the picture. Serious-actually sounds kind of cool. I like cemeteries and would agree that there is a peacefulness to them.
F: I think it’s a getting over something kinda deal – either getting closure over the loss of a loved one, or fear of death & dying.
C: Yeah. Sure. That's what he's telling you. Is he the head of some sort of underground group? Do they have to meet under a full moon? Asking for permission to burn incense?
F: “Ah yes sir, will you be doing any sacrificing during this meeting?”
C: That will cost extra.
F: Well, duh. Someone has to clean the blood off of the gravestones.
C: That's gonna leave a stain.
2 comments:
ahhhhh! good ole faithful town! never fails to shock, horrify and amuse all at once!
I like to think of it as Twin Peaks Lite.
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