Monday, July 9, 2012

There's A Body In The Bushes

If you want the Reader's Digest Condensed version of this story, just skip ahead to the movie. But you'll really get more out of it if you give me the time to paint a picture for you before viewing the dramatic reenactment of how Kevin found a dead body.

I want you to picture a windy foothill road with a lot between two houses. The lot looks like the jungle took it over years ago. Huge shrubs, a tangle of ivy and vines and oak and who knows what else. Then you notice a small opening. You approach and discover a path through the bushes, which you follow. 10 yards or so down the path, you encounter the Tiki Hut. The 15-feet-tall bird of paradise plants hang over a rickety wooden porch. If you go up all 4 steps of the stairs onto the porch and into the house you'll see windows on 3 walls, and bamboo on the ceiling and the 4th wall. This place gives a certainty that building codes were not consulted or even considered in its design.

If you spent any time there, you might come to love its quiet charms. Plenty of wild life, views of bushes, flowering vines and plants on all sides, the wind through a canopy of tall oak trees. I still long for the sound of the rare rain storm as the drops pound the windows and the thin ceiling. You might observe that the sinks and shower drain directly out the side of the house onto the ground, helping maintain this jungle-like environment, and also contributing to the sinking foundation that makes you feel a little seasick as you traverse the uneven wooden floors.

The Tiki Hut is just one of four units on the property. The elderly land lady, Virginia, lives in the big house out back. The other house is split into three "apartments". Virginia will probably tell you about her poetry the first time you meet her. She writes cat poetry; not poetry about cats, but poetry written from the perspective of the cats. She will recite it to you in a singsong voice if you ask. And maybe even if you don't ask.

Living in the adjacent "apartment" are Dave and his infirm mother. Contrary to the reenactment video, Dave is neither a fuzzy woodland creature nor an Indian chief. Instead, I want you to picture what Jesus would have been if he'd fallen in with the stoners during high school and never left. This is Dave. He has huge wild bushy hair and a full beard. He has a slightly crazed look on his face all the time and is easily excitable. He and Virginia do not get along, but their individual crazies seem to have found a coexistent balance.

We lived in the Tiki Hut for 3 years and had many adventures, but this one takes the cake. This is a fairly accurate reenactment of that fateful night, as well as a follow-up phone call from Virginia the next day.

Body In The Bushes from Krissie Cook on Vimeo.


Jenae said...

CRA. ZY. I particularly liked the part when he poked it with a stick. I'm glad that you no longer live in the Tiki Hut. Too bad you didn't get a dead body discount on your rent.


thejerry said...

That's almost exactly how I'd pictured it.

Only I imagine Kevin with thought bubbles saying things like "Am I the only sane person left? Or if that is true does that actually mean that I'm the crazy one here?"

Carrie G said...

How is it possible that I have not heard this story before?

Karen said...

love the video, Kris

Katie said...


Do you know who has it worse than the body in the bushes? ME. I saw this post on Monday but was out of town and the video wouldn't play on my phone, so I didn't get to view it until today.

SIX DAYS of mad suspense, and WORTH EVERY SECOND. I laughed. I cried. I give it five stars.

I hope someday you find another dead body, because I'm really looking forward to the sequel.

Vivian said...

a great retelling. I had totally forgotten the hand-me-downs part. hahaha

Flem said...

Great story! I love the beginning. Dude. Dude. Dude.

Awesome, made me miss you, even if the electronic voice wasn't quite the same.