Santa Ana REALLY is the COOLEST place! I was making my daily commute from my loft to Jess’s loft (where GOST is located). The entire commute is about sixty paces in all and except for the occasional lady-man sighting (a Santa Ana specialty!) it is usually pretty unremarkable.
But on this particular day I saw a peculiar sight. Little plastic figures scattered all about the sidewalk, right across my path. I stared at them a bit before picking them up.
They were the size of Star Wars or GI Joe action figures, but they were all Lucha Libres. Of course they were Lucha Libres! This is SANTANA!
I don’t know why I stared at them so long before picking them up. I kept looking around to see if there were kids. And then I thought it might have been some kind of set-up. I was looking around for hidden cameras or people skulking in cars. What if the Lucha Libres had been infected with the swine flu? It was weird, but I was really reluctant to pick them up.
After what seemed like forever, I snapped a photo and then picked the Lucha Libres up and walked (briskly!) the final twenty paces to the GOST offices. I kept waiting for someone to jump out and kick me in the nuts, but it never happened.
Once in the office I shared my discovery with Michael and G-MO (aka “GNU-GMO” pronounced “New-Mo”). I spared Michael and G-MO all the neurotic details of my find so that they could simply enjoy the Lucha Libras unencumbered; the way that I never was allowed. I watched and lived vicariously through Michael and G-MO.
They took up the toys with all of the excitement of little shiny, bathed school children and immediately began poking and grabbing and frolicking with their masked Lucha Libres. Within moments Michael, G-MO and the Luchas mounted an assault on Jess’s cat, Spencer.
Spencer didn’t put up a fight. He hardly even moved. The Lucha assault was quick and effective and was over in moments.
The takeover was complete.
I knew those Lucha Libre dolls were trouble the moment I saw them.
I’m just glad it wasn’t me!