I am/was in past tense now/then, because at this leg we had had almost no sleep, and when the show ended at 2 am, we had to schmooze suffiently, get a breath, then STRIKE THAT WHOLE MONSTRO SET, pack it all back into the truck, DRIVE BACK TO SAN FRANCISCO, AND do the show THERE on Saturday night, LESS THAN 18 HOURS AWAY, this time with the huge Dobbshead instead of the Holywood Squares motif.
And that's what we did. But all manner of strange things occurred during that long night and day. Weirdest of all, someone reported seeing Janor Hypercleats on Venice Beach that morning. -- AND YET, JANOR WAS KNOWN TO BE IN SAN FRANCISCO THAT DAY!!
This is certainly the most ominous synchronicity of the trip, accentuated by the fact that I was reading a ghost story novel in my spare seconds. A person who DOES NOT KNOW OF JANOR, or much of anything Churchful, but who knows Hal, happened to mention this interesting street performer he'd seen on Venice Beach, who was very funny and popular and who seemed to be making a lot of money. He sat inside a TV set helmet thing, pretending to "BE" various TV shows, such as a war movie, for which he used little plastic army men. Hal was shocked, because this perfectly describes Janor's street schtick -- BUT JANOR WAS IN SAN FRANCISCO. For SURE. "Did this TV prop have a slanted screen," Hal asked. Yes, the guy says, all slanty, and colored yellow and green. And the performer was doing WELL. When Hal told me about this, I was filled with dread. Perhaps Janor had DIED in San Francisco and his ghost was finally doing it RIGHT in Venice Beach. Or, perhaps JANOR IS RIGHT, and everybody really IS ripping him off! (Everybody EXCEPT the ones that Janor THINKS are ripping him off, of course.) AIEEEE.
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