What happened on a sunday morning.

I've fallen off a cliff, and landed in a boat belonging to these frantic japanese people who was about to crash into the high rocks. I thought if this was the end, then this was the end, not much I could do but see the end. 

We crash through a billionaire's window and the boat turns in to some kind of Lexus SUV. I get off and I find myself in this beautiful garden mansion, with acres of green patches. There were goddamn hippies everywhere. Playing guitar and bass. 

This is when I realized my father and I were invited to attend a billionaire girl's birthday, and I was just making it on time. There were hundreds of black page note pads laying around, and you had to write into them with bright neon glitter pens. You had to write very nice things. Otherwise the servants will come and take you away. 

There were lots of servants around. We liked that because they'd bring us food and whatever we needed. I was changing clothes every minute, they kept on bringing me these jackets to wear.

Then I got a tour of the place from the grandfather, who was shamelessly trying to date me and was convinced that after the tour I will run away with him and break off my relationship with my boyfriend. I humored him in hopes I can take a look at the inner workings of this mansion.

The first room belonged to these two little girls and their servants. Everything was from a Pier 1 import catalogue. There were many towel holders made of oak and linens. There was a small bed in the corner of the room though the room was gigantic. You can fit three busses in there. When I opened the window and went on the roof top, three kitty cats greeted me. But i was told they worked for the family. Their predominant job was being cute, except for one older cat. She was smoking a cigarette and listening to jazz music, and thinking about life. I said something like "I didn't know cats could smoke." and the cat turned to me and said "oh yes, we do."

So we left the roof top, and proceeded to another large room with a balcony. I look out, and there are about 20 mangy people dressed in white clothing, being whipped or humiliated, I found it completely hilarious, though I realize this was some form of wrong.  Apparently they were taken out of the servant prison each day to be humiliated and beaten. Sometimes they'd run away, but for majority of times, it's just punishment that will never stop.

This seemed completely normal to me.

I was suddenly summoned back to the hippie quarters. There were more people here now. We were discussing film ideas and projects. One of the daughters of the mansion picked a piece of fried chicken off the ground, and ate it to shock everyone. I thought it was disgusting, and everyone clapped.

I made a guitar out of some strings and magnets. I was playing marvelously. I was hitting all the right cords. 

That was my morning.