I first met Kaylee when her mom backed into us while we were stopped for a redlight. The mom had some explanation on how her car was accidently put in reverse but I just remember Kaylee sitting in the passenger seat touching an iPad. She later told me the story that the iPad came with her mom’s car as the owners manual but she worked out a hack that made it a sound board for her songs and she took it one step further: she made it play a song that hypnotizes her mom and that day when we met for the first time, it backfired or let’s say it worked but at the wrong time. Her mom thought she was backing into a parking space, thanks to Kaylee’s trance inducer. Oh well. But Kaylee never ever did a single malicious thing in her life. Believe me, I wouldn’t be here to write this if it wasn’t for Kaylee. It happened on the day we went to the Getty Museum in Santa Monica. The joy of the day was almost destroyed while we were waiting for the bus on Sepulveda and some scary looking gentlemen approached and asked us where we were going and surrounded us. Kaylee had her iPad checking the timetable for the 761 and immediately hit the screen and her hypnotic song started playing and the young gentlemen were stilled by it, along comes the bus and we get on and the uh-oh moment was squashed. I often wondered if the close encounters project leader played Kaylee’s song instead of that annoying brah-brah-brah-brah-brah noise maybe we could have gone into the spacecraft and used some Asian retro-engineers to scope it and rebuild it for our use. Oh hold on a sec, the Pentagon would turn it into a drone of doomsday magnitude. Ah, forget it - back to the Getty to dig on the Hoppers.And no, we will not answer “what was Kaylee wearing?”. The Haiku version goes:
what’s that song you’re playing?
it makes me feel like I’m stoned
Shit you not
