I was walking on another trail in my hood, this one heading straight down from Kite Hill. It must have been around Easter. As if that could explain why I encountered three beautiful slices of legendary HoneyBaked ham, evenly spaced on the footpath like little pork pavers. Nice thick pieces with crusty glaze coating just the right amount of fat. A few steps later: a good sized steak. Evenly marbled. About an inch thick. No bone. Sitting there all fresh and meaty like they dropped from the cloudless sky. It was about ten in the morning. Not yet hot. There were no flies. No maggots. No green stripes. Was Amazon delivering groceries by drone? Was someone feeding the wild animals of the hills? Or poisoning them maybe?
Somebody, please tell me what happened.
In other news: Some of you may know that in coming to LA from SF, my dream was to make films. It was a dream I veered away from and never fulfilled, but some people don’t veer. They persevere, and actually do this.
My friend David Streit does and did. Check out the award-winning film, INTERIOR NIGHT, he made with Al Watt here.