The Trickster Diaries/Chapter 46
A safe landing. Sand. Sky. Silence. No more Shana, or art classes from Mars. To my astonishment, the DOR still backed me. I hadn’t failed, according to Casey. I’d eliminated the extraneous and the irrelevant.
Me: And discovered the… auteur within?
Casey: Honestly, too often our clients just go with the plan. That’s OK, given that long-term employment is a goal. But it’s not the only goal, or even the primary goal. Bringing home six figures is meaningless if doing what it takes to earn it makes you unhappy, or somehow runs counter to your personal evolution. Keep in touch. Let me know when you get settled out there.
I backpacked through JTNM that entire month. Then landed again: a one bedroom house, three car garage on five acres for 25 bucks LESS than I paid for that dump back in LA.
Seven months later two kittens wandered into my new world, and stayed.
Then one day two knuckleheads from Plaster City Production Co strayed onto the property from the direction of the run down trailer park next door. One introduced himself as the location manager, the other as the director.
“No,” I said. “Not interested.”
LM: Well, wait. You haven’t even seen a contract. And besides, I’m not sure you have a choice. You’re part of the mobile home park, right?
Me: Absolutely not. I’ll look at a contract but even if the property owner is open to it she’ll tell you the final decision is mine. And I don’t want you here.
The next day the LM returned. “OK,” he said, “how much do you want?”
We settled on money, then I had him rewrite the contract to include the following:
1) I would be given a copy of the full script and shooting schedule plus the transportation mgr’s cell #, his #, the first and second AD’s #.
2) The contract would also stipulate that both the Sunset Motel and the Harmony Motel, (each owned by two new friends, Jan—pronounced YAWN—and Jones, respectively), would be occupied and rented a week in advance by PCP for the complete duration of production.
3) That upon completion of production each structure made of wood and erected on said property would be disassembled, sawed into firewood and stacked in the area designated by the undersigned.
4) Further, that…
LM: Jesus Christ, man. I suppose you want a walk-on role too.
Me: (Laughing) Dude, the movie is about skinheads who conjure up a big, flying lizard who goes around biting the heads off black people. Why on earth…
LM: Yeah. OK. You got me there.
The film was never released, not even in DVD format.
I wanted Casey to be right about how I’d eliminated the extraneous and irrelevant. And he was. I had, in many ways. How else could the silly joy of acquiesing to the company of two cats be explained except to say I’d made room for them?
Ah, sweet emptiness, (or a clearer view of it). Ten straight years of homelessness wasn’t just over and done, it had paid off.