I finally got to meet my new spiritual leader in the flesh.
Marfa has a dog parade on Halloween. All the puppies get dressed up in hats and fangs and then get walked down the main strip. Please note: it's not necesaary for the street to be formally cordened off to do this. People just walk, the 1 car that might happen to want to drive down there just stops and waits the 2 minutes it takes all 30 participants to get down to the bottom of the street.
I hooked up with my new South African friends this morning at the Marfa market, and we all walked up together to go and witness the show. On our way back down the street, there he was, Randy Quaid, standing outside his house (conveniently situated in the main road) checking out the puppies. Man is he a big guy, he could swat you to death with his pinkie; but then maybe this is just my skewed perception of my saviour. As we walked past him Glen said "hi" and he said "hi" and then he looked at me and said "hi" at which point I ascended to the Heavens and my life was finally complete. Just one look at that scraggly beard and all your dreams are made real. What a guy.
The towns people don't seem to agree with me. They think of him more along the lines of being a pest that needs to be disposed of. Yesterday my dearest Randy forgot to take the little white pills lying next to his bed and subsequently ran outside, painted all his neighbours windows black and then ripped their satellite dish off the roof and trashed it. True story (except for the part with the pills, even when he takes those he's still a friggin psycho). No one knows what to do. People are shocked beyond belief, it's all everyone is talking about. Hell, they might have to call a neighbouring police department to come and deal with this dilemma.
The Quaid family. The crazy is in their blooood.
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