I had been manic for a couple months and was staying at a friends house in Santa Rosa, CA. One morning he got up to go to work and I decided to go with him. My friend worked at the Mall. We got off the bus and he walked into Sears, where he worked, and I walked into Macy’s. i was sporting large, black, “jive turkey” style shades, and a stalking hat.
I walked by the make-up islands and noticed two, young make up artists. They had no clients so I took a seat in the empty chair. I said, “I would like to have my make-up done.” They replied, “You have to pay to have your make-up done.” I went on to tell them that they have the power to give me a free make-up job, and that I need It done because I’m an entertainer.
About 15 minutes later I had a nice, even amount of make-up on my face, and one of the young ladies’ phone number. I asked her if could add some extra eye liner and she handed me some. I then began to draw on my face. I remember drawing a big tear just below the corner of my eye.
Now I was all geared up. With my new look, including lipstick, “jive turkey” shades, and a stalking hat I felt unstoppable. I would flash my crazy make up from behind my shades while spinning around and slapping people five. Young kids were the most intrigued, and a small pack of them began to follow me. The kids weren’t the only followers. I looked up to the second level of the mall to find that security guards were keeping a close eye.
Eventually I ended up in the center of the mall where there was a large fountain. A Hispanic couple sat on the side of it with their new born baby. After sitting next to them and adoring their child I decided that It was time for a baptism. I gave the parents a questioning look, and the father nodded. I then reached into the fountain, wet my fingers, and touched the forehead of the baby. I believe I said some sort of blessing or prayer to myself. The baptism was complete.
I then got up and left the mall. The security guards followed me all the way out to the sidewalk. As I walked down the street towards the town square two teenage girls said, “there’s that crazy guy.” I smiled and continued on my way. There was another large fountain in the town square. I walked up on the side of it and stepped in. I found myself up to my waist. One fountain was squirting up a thick stream right up to microphone height. I stepped up to it and began to sing. I remember belting out some Bob Marley. I sung the lyrics, “because I feel like bombing a church; now that you know the preacher is lying.”
Later that night my friends and I met up at a local dive bar. We sipped on whiskey and reminisced. I told them about my day, they appreciated my make-up, and we laughed.
