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The Man Who Peed On David
“I once peed on the statue of David,” says the older man riding in my car. And the weirdest thing is, I’m pretty sure he’s telling the truth. I’ve been driving around with this man for several days now. An artist (painter, photographer, sculptor, etc, etc), he’s also a personal friend of the director, who…
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Casing The Joint
It’s 9:30pm. I’m watching TV. My phone rings. A number I don’t recognize. I’m about to let it go to voicemail, but at this hour, I’m curious. I answer. “Hello?” I say. “Well, congratulations! You cased the joint!” says the elderly voice on the other end. Angry and sarcastic, it sounds a lot like Estelle…
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Landscaping Company
I’m standing outside a rusting gate in Hollywood, set in a cinder block wall. I’m here to scout a landscaping operation that’s supposedly within, but there’s no sign to confirm this. I call my contact, Manny (not his real name), but he doesn’t pick up. I ring the front bell. Wait. Wait some more. Then,…
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Dog-Eared Book
I snap a picture of the homeowner’s nice suburban living room. Then, I notice a book on the shelves, a book I happen to be reading at the moment. I don’t know it yet, but this book is about to make things get very strange. It’s a history book about the making of a particular…